E/O Challenge: Red - 100 words on the dot!
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He darts out into the storm and grunts in frustration as the tracks are swallowed up in a blanket of white.
He squints through the deluge and smiles.
He approaches, gun at the ready, its silver bullet itching to take the imposter down.
A branch crackles beneath his boot and the thing turns, its hot breath steaming the air like a bull readying its charge.
"Hiya Red. Man, not the smartest shifter are ya? See, Santa ain't the only one who can use your light to find his way."
Antlers swipe and hooves descend as he fires.
"Eat lead… Rudolph."