Dragoncrest Cliffs Brother, oh Brother.

Etienne bent to the task, but he misjudged and a hoof flew at his shoulder, ripping it open. HE gave a soft groan, but pressed forward, teeth against teh sensitive flesh of the creatures throat and he squeezed until it quit moving. Salt and saliva heavy on his tongue. The creature's death throes quieting quickly.

He backed up with a small pant, teeth stained red and eyed the creature. His shoulder stung, but it was okay. He'd be alright.