Tuktu Weir and these three men made a solemn vow

aditya couldn't help but marvel at the man's dexterity; it nearly brought him to a startled halt, seeing how well the pale giant held on. as it was, he knew the end of the hunt was near—and his muscles were beginning to burn with fatigue. not as much stamina as i used to have, he thought ruefully, then lunged for the deer's throat.

blood spurted from the large vein that ran down the doe's delicate neck, spattering adi's muzzle and cheeks. he released nearly immediately, feeling the tear of flesh from fang. the doe took a few more staggering steps and then fell to her knees, with the other man hopefully getting off in time and not going 'down with the ship,' as it were.

shabash, he praised, aiming a crimson-stained grin at his hunting partner. well done, yaar. don't think an old man like me would have eaten today if not for you.

he stepped toward the deer, whose body was beginning to give out, the last twitches fading into nothing. shall we? aditya asked, eyes mischievous, preparing to carve up the kill.