Horizon Ridge above the clouds of pompeii

The satisfaction he felt in killing the juvenile Elk was sick in some ways, but he knew that this would help to root his place in the family. His mind was still full of the adrenaline from the hunt, and as he saw the herd master run forward as if to shoo him away he snarled in defiance standing over his catch. Eyes narrowed and ears flattened nowhere was the warm gentlemen that was Dakarai, but instead a savage hunter trying to feed his family by any means necessary.



The roars and bellows of the gigantic Elk were met with roars and growls of his own and the occasional snap of his jaws. This went on for a while until Dakarai slowly came back to himself, and began to drag the carcass away from its death spot and back home to Teaghlaigh. He kept his vivid eyes trained on Marlowe's hulking form until both him and the deceased were out of sight. Once hidden from the enraged view of the herd he lifted his muzzle to the sky and let loose a piercing howl, one of victory and pride. 


Finishing his solitary show of celebration he gripped the fawn by its forelegs and tugged it away, pausing for rest until he reached the borders of Teaghlaigh and crossed them.