Hoshor Plains If you only met my eyes

'Mac was immensely grateful that this deer was such a youngling as he hung onto her throat, squeezing, squeezing... He allowed gravity to pull him to the ground, his side making contact with the hard, cold earth as she tried to drag him along. A few bumps and grazes scratched at his thick hide but did little damage. The doe was thankfully too inexperienced to do more than thrash aimlessly in her panic, and she went down not long after Sumac.

First her front half, then her hind quarters. Sumac did not relent. Driven now by a frenzy as her blood poured into his mouth through the puncture wounds made by his fangs, he held his grip tightly until her struggle subsided. Even then, he waited a few more breaths as she fell limp beside him.

Moon Mother... thank you...

He released his jaws with a hot exhalation, steam pouring from his nose and mouth as he panted with exertion. 'Mac slowly pushed himself into a standing position, head down as he took a moment to catch his breath. The implications of what just occurred hadn't even had the time to reach his mind, and his veins still vibrated with surging adrenaline.