Hideaway Strath That's All Right, I Love The Way It Hurts

Ahh sorry for holding this up

Kynareth spat his fury at him.
Whatever.
"Didn't see it limp."

Good enough right? Too late now.
Hemlocke fell, dropping to the floor. Shit.
He didn't stop, only a mere glance to see if he rose or not.
The pack needed food.

He could hear Nyra covering for him as he surged onwards as Nyra lept for it's throat. Now as the lone herder, he needed to pass in front, cutting it from the herd fully, and push it back into the path of Nyra and Kynareth so they could take it down while it was panicking and making bad decisions. 
He moved alongside the elk, at its shoulder now. He could see the sites of its eyes as it ran with head held high.
It swung away from Derg and the herd. He hoped the pair could snag it.