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The bounty hunter's thoughts were not so complex. He moved instinctively, actively suppressing many of his learned behaviors in order to work better with the other male. Together, they guided the movement of the herd. Catamaran did not see him duck away from danger — he was focused on his own health — but he knew exactly where Rökkur was.

The deer burst into his line of sight. He sprang forth, launching himself like a torpedo aimed at the doe's neck. His jaws found home, and his body made impact with a heavy thud against hers. Now he clung pantherine to their prey, jerking his head this way and that to try and tear something vital. She bled, but not quite enough.

Inevitably, the bounty hunter was thrown. His body slacked as he tumbled, jarred but ultimately unscathed. He hoped that Rökkur had kept pace.