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It took the bounty hunter only a few moments of recovery before he was ready to give chase once more. He bounded after the pair, his breaths coming out in heavy gales of white vapor. Fleet-footed, he rushed to close the distance once more.

With a grunt of effort, Catamaran lunged once more, this time seizing the doe high on her haunch. A high-pitched bellow escaped her as he tore at her flesh. Blood streamed down her leg, down his throat, black in the low lighting. This was a grievous blow; she would run until she collapsed, and once she was down, she would not get back up.

Tearing away and bringing backward, the bounty hunter landed among the brush and detritus. He spat out a scrap of skin and muscle to call out, "Herd her," in a hoarse, winded voice. There was no need to risk further injury when they could follow her at a safe distance. They only needed to be sure she did not run too far in the wrong direction.

Taking up his scrap of flesh once more, he hurried to catch up to his hunting partner.