Blacktail Deer Plateau the witching hour

he drew back as finley caught a thrashing leg, and smelled the blood from the mortal wound. but the girl's cry motivated him to veer away, worry filling his gaze. however, the kill must be finished; the wolf bared his teeth to the threatening ewe and snapped his teeth into the kid's haunch, bearing down. the animal cried out but was borne to the earth beneath his weight, and lasher grabbed for its throat quickly, wanting to spare the beast any undue suffering.

finley was given an appraising glance as taltos let the head of the kid slide limply to the loam; he cupped his ears toward her, nares flared as he searched for the scent of blood. "are you all right?" he hoped she had not bruised beneath the butting poll of the old ewe, who stood at a distance, bleating faintly for her dead charge.