Two Rivers Isle the art of survival

Apologies for the wait, I think this is a good place to wrap up!

Zsuzsa did not witness the male struck by the hooves of the stag, to which he successfully drove off. It happened all so swiftly as coming into view, the behemoth figure of gray closed over the deer’s head like an oncoming storm, clamping his jaws around its airway. A few last attempts of kicking and spasming before the deer finally fell limp and surrender.
 
Her breath bellowed in a ragged rhythm from the corners of her maw as even while the deer faded, she still clamped on for life. It was his words that made her jaw ease up and she released. Giving a stretch of her jaw by opening and closing in rapid successions, she shook her head, the adrenaline still pumping strong through her veins and the gloss of the passion of hunt tinted her silver gaze. ”I think you deserve most of the credit, chasing off the stag and putting her to rest.” He was surely efficient. When it came to portioning out their kill, Zsuzsa would be happy to provide him with as much share as he wished to bring back to Kingslend.