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

The hunt at this point isn’t going horrible. So Kynareth decides to up there pace a little bit, thrusting a bit more effort into it to just get everything over with. His spine prickles with irritation and he wants the feel of ripping flesh to greet him and the metallic tang of blood to slide down his throat. So as he runs beside this beast, as are the others, he’s throwing himself into the doe back end.

His giant paws gripping onto her as his teeth shred the skin of her rump. The force of his hit would swing her back half to the left — hopefully no one gets trampled again. She should be going down soon, especially with the efforts of the grandmaster latching onto her.