Dawn Treader Valley Það svíður mig í augun

The cow wheezed as though it was struggling to draw air into its lungs. They had only been running for a couple of minutes.

Just as Arnarkla was going in for a second attack, the ill elk tripped and got pitched forward, dragging the side of its face through dirt and grass. In the suddenness, the huntress ended up running past it. Her hind legs stiffened, sliding to a halt before pivoting on a back paw and charging for the elk again just as it was finding its hooves.

Jaws snapped on its neck while it was still rising.