Firefly Glen Eòlach

Willow rarely made the killing blow during any group hunt. Then again, the last time he'd been a part of any large-scale hunt was back with the family, and that had been years ago. The stag in this case was struggling against the quick blows he bestowed, and the threat of the larger Kinloch. It was a toss-up who might venture in close to grab the throat, or worry the thing to death.
He gave his brother a few glances, trying to ascertain the plan. Maybe they would play with the stag a few more rounds and let its heart give out (although that felt especially cruel) — or maybe there'd be an opening for one of them to launch in and tear that throat properly. Willow doubted he had the power to do that; maybe hold it and let the thing suffocate, but nothing messier.
If Kinloch took the opportunity for himself, all the better. Willow could harass the stag for a while yet.