Sunset Valley But he talks like a gentleman

The caribou was pretty far gone. That or this stranger was a formidable hunter. Perhaps even both — each time the man struck at the cow, the creature swayed uneasily or tried to retaliate, and weakened each time. Kigipigak's worrying at one side of it helped keep it off-balance, driving it towards the stranger, who was ready.

Blood-scent plumed in the air.

Kigipigak saw the man go down as he was lunging forward himself, snapping at the creature's legs, vying for a grip of the belly, anything that might harass. Eager to extinguish the will to fight back. It was as if Kigipigak was once again among his brothers of Tartok; this was a thrill he had sorely been missing.

The man returned to the bleeding, weakened cow as Kigipigak's energy began to wane. He rounded towards the hocks of the beast and moved to hinder the cow there, grabbing a flailing limb as it reached out in a kick, and snapped it. The caribou bleat weakly as it fell towards Kigipigak.