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3/5
3/5
When the doe collapsed with a dense thud, a spray of snowdrift was sent to glitter. Ïkikta release the leg she'd barred her teeth into, keenly watching as the man pressed forth, his jaws parting to latch themselves onto the throat of their prey.
She is careful but precise as she joined him; her hold just a bit higher, her fang piercing below the doe's jaw. They worked together in a synergy she hadn't experienced in quite a while, as she often hunted alone now, after having dispersed from her band.
Large, soft paws dig into the snow-laden earth, holding her ground as the doe struggled still for a few moments longer. Another ragged breath, a wheeze — and then silence.
The doe stilled. The young huntress stepped aside, windswept fur ruffled with adrenaline, as she turned her curious eyes to the man.
He had moved like a caribou hunter, if only a little odd. This is why she greeted him in lanzadoii tongue and hoped he would understand;
You hunt well, stranger.
"common" • "lanzadoii"