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It all passed in a rush of blood. Blood in her mouth, on her claws; blood rushing in her ears with every pulse. She was throwing all of her weight against the doe, she felt it kick and jerk as one after another the Malkaria latched onto it. It fell, Ragna atop it. She leaped away, ready to pounce again should the deer attempt to rise. It fell, it died, it's lifeblood spilling out into the earth.

Aware of her position, Ragna stepped away, waiting first for the women to eat. She would observe the pack's religion and eat before Ar-khalba, though his longevity should have put him before her.