Moonspear Outsider

damn, that hoof had hurt. arcturus had trouble shaking it off, and looked after the hunting procession at a sideways, spluttering gait. 

moriko fared better than he; she had managed to grapple the doe, and now attempted to force it down. her joyful yip drew a pinched expression from arcturus, who in that moment only wanted to sit down somewhere quiet.  

he made a good effort to keep a brace face, despite the whirling of his head and the strange, almost asphyxiating way his tongue felt thick in his jaws. while the doe flailed against moriko arcturus lunged for her flank, this time more mindful of those powerful hooves.