Moonspear filling me with wonder for all that is

Quickie so he doesn't go inactive.

✴     Together the brothers would hound the mother deer until she was run ragged, bleeding and stooping as weakness overtook her. Still she did not buckle; Arcturus had her by the ribs, snapping and tearing, while Revui bludgeoned and harassed her head-on, but the creature was like a thing possessed. They had ripped her flesh. They had severed tendons. One flailing kick was made useless because of a hanging ligament, flipping about like a thin bloody tongue. Revui found he was relishing the battle even when the doe's energy began to wane. He enjoyed every bit of it, chiefly the way in which the two of them worked together, but there was an intoxicating sense of superiority about the whole situation. She was so weak — so helpless — and still would not die. He licked blood from his teeth and charged again, and the doe did not shift in time to avoid his crocodile grip across her throat.