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their quarry is pushed towards him and kivaluk's snap of his jaws finds purchase. he tastes the flesh, the blood, can feel the falter in the goat's steps as it tries to kick itself free and fails. kivaluk releases it, though it swings it's hip hard against his muzzle. whether it was accidental or an attempt to shake him off, he wasn't sure.

didn't care.

he staggers back a bit, trying in the thrum of blood and adrenaline to regain his footing and pushes forward: snapping again. his teeth snag at the goat's flank, shoulder, tearing into sinew before their prey collapses with a panicked noise and heavy panting.

a quick death: a desire to end it's suffering.

a glimpse is spared towards rodyn before kivaluk goes in for the kill.