Hoshor Plains And besides in the mean-meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart

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Dreven chuckled darkly. First time hunting without an eye there small fry. He shook his shoulder, blood flecked off from his throat and hit the dirt. He was not feeling his best, but. He touched a paw to his throat and pulled away red. He stared at it for a second.

That beast only kicked me in the ribs. The throat was from a branch catching on the scar tissue.

HE stared at her for a minute. Both surprised, irritated and also a bit wary. And of course his blood ran hot too, but it always did. Well obviously it isn't great. The shit got retorn. Let's see if we can find something else. And then we can get this shit under control.

He motioned at his throat. Stood and slowly ambled towards where the deer had run, which conveniently was the way they had come. Sure he should have gotten fixed up. Yes he should have stopped. But Dreven didn't like unfinished things.