Emberwood gunslung

Instinct.

He followed the man further and further. He had no need to think about anything in these moments. In his mind existed nothing. Not a missing mother, not left behind siblings, not a life of ease abandoned in a fit.

He knew only this moment.

The promise of a meal was enough to motivate him in a ravenous way.

The Big Man cut one way and Dagur sharply moved his body the other way. The tall ears had not been missed in their movements.

Now he bit, snapped, pierced upon flesh of prey. Hot and warm in his mouth. Wounded, not yet down. The sound it made was once more a motivator.