Kintla Flatlands Should've stayed at home...

Atshen held on as though he was holding off for his life, his teeth ripping into her further as he attempted to hold his own. At this point in their fight, he was unsure where it would go from here. After all, he was at an advantage as she was unable to strike from where she was. For quite some time, Atshen continued to tug on her leg relentlessly. He wasn't sure of when he would let go, but, regardless, he kept on diligently. 

The only other time that Atshen had removed a limb was when he had decapitated Bramble, and he often reflected upon the feeling. Honestly, at the moment in which he killed Bramble, the male felt as though he would never feel that way again. Apparently, Atshen was mistaken in thinking this. 

Her leg detached with a satisfying snap and Atshen stumbled back a few steps as a result of the aftershock of the detaching of her limb. He did not recognize it instantly and have to look from her to the leg that he still held. Finally, when he realized what he had done, Atshen smiled darkly and lowered his muzzle to the ground to place the limb in the snow. Once it was situated, Atshen lifted his muzzle as a rush of pride overcame him, and eventually, he stood tall as he smiled towards her with his blood stained lips.