Wild Pitbull

Somewhere just out of sight, heavy paws tread softly against the earth. The air is thick with the scent of wild musk. From the shadows, two keen yellow eyes lock onto you, burning with primal curiosity and hunger. A hulking, muscular pitbull emerges, fur bristling and body tensed in anticipation. Hot, humid breath drifts from flared nostrils as it stalks forward, every muscle rippling beneath its scarred hide. The beast circles slowly, head low, tail high—a deep, guttural growl vibrating from its chest as it closes in, eyes never leaving you for an instant.