Duck Lake I am an arms dealer; fitting you with weapons in the form of words.

A little while before they were to pass the point where the Easthollow woman lie hidden, Shale lunged at the doe, sinking his jaws into her shoulder and taking a good chunk out of the deer. She let out a piercing cry, stumbling, blood flowing steadily from the wound. He continued his assault, trying to cripple her from the front while avoiding blows from her still-powerful back legs.

Muzzle coated with blood, Shale eventually hooked on to her front leg, teeth finding purchase and taking her foreleg into his mouth. He felt a small shock of pain against his stomach as she clipped him just slightly with that hoof, but he must have ripped something, for the leg soon went limp, and the deer only had three good legs to stand on. He let go, spitting blood and looking wildly around for Brynn.

"Now," he commanded, urging the woman to join him in the takedown. Then he fixed his eyes on the deer and launched himself, yet again, into the fray. It would not be much longer.