Bearclaw Valley drunk on ego

Artok was beyond furious, and rather than just let her go, once they ran to the territory markers. He would continue to pursue her. He wanted a chunk of her hide, he was out for blood. So even as she veered, and headed for escape her pursued. Every so often snapping at her hindquarters or sides any which way he could. Hoping to take out more than her fur.

He knew he would have to do some damage detail. Watch the herds a little closer, and it drove him mad with fury. That was more work for him and the others, and it irritated him.