Firestone Hot Springs viiii. i was born to fight, to rage, to war

After a short while, he found where she herself was oozing. Skin broken, the temple bled in a fresh red that he could not clean away like the blood of the fawn. Thankfully there wasn't enough damage to keep her under. The woman awoke and rose, swaying but she was up and conscious, that was a good first step he guessed. Moving to her side to keep her steady, from falling over, he used himself as a crutch for now.

Dead. He ensured, the previous harsh tones softening as he spoke the one word, baritones rolling off in a smooth bass. Keeping his eye on the fallen fawn, he spoke once again. How many are in your group? In fact, he did not ignore or forget what she had previously said, about the group, needing to feed them too. So long as he had enough for himself, with how well she had done, he had no objections to taking the rest back to the others.

But he wouldn't rush her to move. He sat there, waiting for her to come to all her senses, to be able to hold herself still before he would move on to filling his own empty belly. The fallen prey wasn't going anywhere anymore, and they were able to keep an eye on it for scavengers from where they sat. He would wait.