Gyrfalcon's Keep break you down and swallow you up

Without delay, Szymon circled around the rams to prevent their escape, lifting his voice in a howl that scraped the bottom of his bass register and climbed to raucous heights — he growled and snapped, using the stormwind of his voice and the thunderous clap of his jaws as spurs to push the herbivores onward. Leaping forward as the goats began to founder in the soft sand, he snapped with his jaws at the hamstring of the larger one, blood flowing freely down the cloven-hoofed creature’s pallid leg. It stumbled, bleating its distress, and Szymon dove forth again to lunge and grip one hind leg. As the animal attempted to whip around and score the Cairn boy with those sinister looking horns, Szymon flung his body to the side, affording Charon the chance to make the killing blow if he wished.