magnificent.

he's faster than she'd expect of such a heavy beast. not even a run - he grabs his way across the grassland, pulling the very earth.

she had halted mid-step. it takes a quick shake of the head - was that drool that clung to her bottom lip? - to lurch into movement.

and she's running after him, barking at uneven intervals.

it truly, truly delights her how it makes the quarry panic. slip. fall again.

and she obeys the command as a hound does.

in a rush of elation, not a moment is spent on thinking of the spiraling horns. the crushing hooves. she skids to a halt in such a way that her momentum is stopped by her bite into the soft muzzle - a miss.

but she clings. the antelope struggles. it makes sounds that for a moment have sancha wonder if it speaks.

then her fangs pierce and it's all screams.