Chimera Fields All the fear and the fire

Cole paused for a breath, catching sight of Arnarkla’s precision as she darted in, her timing flawless and swift. For a brief second, he was taken off guard by her skill—a flash of admiration settled in his gaze. But he quickly caught himself, refocusing as she pulled back, guiding the frantic, wounded doe right into his line.

With blood scenting the air and the doe faltering, Cole seized his opening. He moved forward in a steady rush, surging back onto the creature, bringing his weight down as he delivered the final blows with relentless efficiency. With sharp teeth gougingt he thick hyde of her neck, she didn't stand a chance against his brutish nature. There was something alive there, primal, that countered his playful nature he showed to the mahogany woman. Terrifying, maybe. The doe’s fight ebbed quickly under his force.

As the hunt concluded, he gave Arnarkla a nod, acknowledging the practiced ease with which she’d worked beside him, a quiet respect lingering in his stance.