Fairspell Meadow the honest man has numerous difficulties

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The fatigue of her sprints was catching up to her, and quickly at that. Her heart raced, and she doggedly kept at it. She realized her most recent hunts had all been practically nothing compared to this.. she fished, she chased rabbits, occasionally pheasants... all hardly the violence this could inspire should the male turn on them in earnest intent to maim. He could do it, she knew; he already proved himself to be quite formidable, and she guessed she had only seen the beginning of it. But, that was the thrill of it. This only inspired her further.. to see him to the end of this, or at the very least, not relent without a hell of a fight. 

He charged, and for a split second, she caught herself holding her breath. Actions unfolded rapidly with the pronghorn heading for the male hunter, and soon she smelled fresh blood. Senses keened into this, she saw the wound not long after -- the antelope's stomach bloodied. So, encouraged, she received his charge almost eagerly. Her teeth made fleeting contact somewhere behind his shoulder, but she feared she hardly did more than pull at his short coat. Either way, she had to twist and dance aside to dodge him in the next second.

And it seemed Tatsuya was making steady progress on him. She took her swings when she could, but refused to spend much time in very close proximity to the herbivore. He was unpredictable still, although she saw him growing sluggish bit by bit. She did her very best to keep him in motion, to wear him down, and get a cut or two in on him when able. In the end, she had managed to scrape at his shoulders, and again on the leg below it, but more than once, her dodges were brutally narrow.

When the pronghorn turned to take off, she was pleasantly surprised by his slowness. But she she threw herself into a canter, she too felt the fatigue weighing her down. Panting, she closed the distance with Tatsuya, who caused a stumble just as she pulled alongside. He was quick to work, although the prey still thrashed; just a little more was needed. She'd rounded around on the opposite side of the kicking beast, and went to join him at the throat. She dug her teeth in deep, aiming for his windpipe and adding whatever extra weight she could with a paw dug into his neck as well. With two wolves on him now, it had to be drawing to a quick close.

Amekaze stayed clamped on, throwing all the force she could find in her tiring body down to keep the beast immobilized and hopefully dying. Adrenaline still ran rampant, and when she could, she shot a glance towards the old antelope's face, hoping to see his breaths slow and eyes roll. He still struggled (although was slowing majorly now), so she bit down harder, twisting her teeth deep into the flesh. He would draw no further breaths soon, for only seconds could remain.