Barrow Fields blood and wine

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Floki's arrogance would be his downfall. He was already imagining the taste of the moose's meat on his tongue when he lost his footing and unceremoniously stumbled. He tried to recover, legs flailing beneath him, but he was unable to stop his forward momentum and he ended up slamming his chin into the dirt, which elicited a grunt and a frustrated cry of, "Shit!"

By the time he untangled his limbs and righted himself, their prey had a hefty lead on them. The brothers would have to exert themselves to catch up with her, and in their weakened state from the famine, it just wasn't plausible -- no matter how much Floki wanted it.

He called out after his twin, shaking his head ruefully. "Tev -- ugh, I'm sorry. Guess I'm out of practice," he apologized with a wince. He squinted; the moose's silhouette was shrinking the further it got from them.