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The stranger went for the throat. It wouldn't be long now until the beast was felled. All the elk could do was blindly and desperately kick and buck with its legs as it coughed and moaned and wheezed.

Arnarkla left several bites along its flank, pulling at them to worsen them and get more blood to spilt. The cow's movement grew weaker and weaker.