Two Rivers Isle the art of survival

me too D: perhaps he will be back <3

as the huntress surged beyond, leaping for the haunches of their quarry, germanicus searched for an opening in the armory of the enraged stag. he was struck at with a pair of sharp hooves; a controlled snarl burst from his own throat, and he surged directly for the lowered muzzle, teeth clicking upon air.

this was the impetus needed to drive the lead male off once and for all; the soldier watched, panting, before he whirled to pit his energies in another way. his companion pinned the creature beneath her lithe body, and germanicus slunk close 'round the whirling legs to grab for the lips and nose of the downed animal, cutting off its air as he lay atop the gasping muzzle and lent his own musculature to the fray.

it was soon over; he rose, flanks flickering with breath, to cast an appreciative and approving look at the huntress. "well met."