Whitefish River But it wasn't for me.

Like a vice grip he held on. No fatigue or pain to force him to let go. All he had to focus on was to hold on and try to chew his way through the beast's neck to take it down as quickly as possible - for the longer it struggled, the longer it suffered. With Lumiya's help somewhere on the beast, it eventually lost strength.. he could feel it weakening under his grip. Muscles were relaxing slowly and eventually he could feel gravity begin to take its toll. 

Even as the thing fell with a thud against the ground, he held on just a little while longer. Huffing through his bite, through the fur to bring oxygen to his veins, blood to his muscles... a pulse could still be felt in its jugular, it was too dangerous to let go now should it spring back to life with one last attempt at survival. He held on, patiently until finally... there was no signs of life left in the buck.

With a sigh, he finally let go. A thick pool of saliva and blood trailing from his lips before the painted man quickly licked it away to look presentable before turning his attention to Lumiya. He smiled, a wave of the tail. Good job! We will have plenty for everyone with this. Obviously he was proud of their work today.

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