Qeya River arjuni-akt-i

Following Kigipigik's lead, Lane darted forward to also begin letting blood. Guarded, she pulled back after each bite, ready to protect herself from retaliatory blows that never came. Eventually the caribou did swing its crown toward her in a half-hearted pass as it fell, but this was anticipated and easily skirted. 

It crashed into the river as if in slow motion, displacing a wave of water that lapped up onto the riverbank and splashed the hunters. Lane let loose a startled bark as her face met with the freezing spray. Despite the chill of the water, the caribou hardly struggled. Collapsed on its side in the shallows, its pale nose hovered over the surface of the water as the animal fought to hold up its head. 

It was just a matter of time now. Lane looked to Kigipigak. He had crimson stains splashed across his alabaster chest, and the sharp contrast in colors drew Lane's eye.