Tuktu Weir i ate a magical raisin and turned into frankenstein

He allowed her to slip in front of him as they switched positions, heart thumping in his ears as they neared their unfortunate victim. They were a step away from success, quite literally, but he had been too eager to jump into the rush of a hunt to truly evaluate the condition he was in. His leg and shoulder were still healing and he'd mistakenly assumed he would be able to handle to chase just like any other but he was wrong.

Just as her jaws parted to snatch their prey and he leapt to aid in taking the doe down, his wounded leg gave out beneath him and he went down with a sharp yelp. Frantically he searched over his injury worrying he might have worsened it in his haste but, it appeared to have only reopened with tiny beads of crimson pooling out. He let out a low sigh and glanced upwards to see how his companion was doing, wondering if she had managed to secure a meal tonight.