Dawn Treader Valley Það svíður mig í augun

With her jaws clamped, Arnarkla pulled down, thwarting the elk's attempt to regain its footing. It bellowed out for some herd that was nowhere to be seen. Blood ran down its neck.

Its height helped it to manage itself back up and the huntress released her hold. The elk attempted running again but struggled to accelerate faster than a jog. Its wheezing worsened into rasping coughs.

Arnarkla took the opportunity to recollect herself. She loped circles around the ungulate.