flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
Aguta rarely ever showed aggression toward others during a hunt, just as she was not doing so toward him either. It was at the doe that her anger was directed toward. Anger because the damn beast had kicked her full on in the chest, knocking the wind out of her. If he thought the aggression was directed at him, she would actually make sure to set that right. Thus far, she had no reason to direct her aggression toward him.
The scarred female kept her hold on the doe’s muzzle when Goldry began shaking it’s head back and forth. That was quite a feat; being able to hold on. It wasn’t until she heard the neck snap that she released her hold. Now that she was no longer having to focus on the killing of the beast, Aguta stumbled backward slightly. Her rump hit the ground with a bit of a thud. She was a big girl, after all. There was a little trickle of blood where the pronghorn doe had landed her kick to Aguta’s chest. The cut on her chest was from the sharpness of the hoof and the way the kick landed.
She just sat there for several long minutes. Her legs burned, as did her lungs and her chest where she’d been kicked. But it was the growling of her stomach that finally pushed her forward. Aguta tried to keep her distance from him, tearing into the hindquarter of the dead doe. Icy gaze fixed upon him, making sure that he was respecting her space as she was respecting his.