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The bounty hunter did not answer; it seemed that he had been lumped amongst the northerners regardless of his place of birth. And why shouldn't they? If he could speak like them, perhaps that was all it took.

The man's attention turned quickly back to the doe. Catamaran did not understand his hurry, but then supposed he must have been especially hungry. In deference to the behemoth's stomach, he moved quickly when called to action. Rökkur was already at her throat, so the bounty hunter took hold of her haunch once more and twisted until she was flat on the ground. Soon enough, she would have no more strength to fight.

This was kindness, in his eyes. He felt no need for a prayer when they had been the ones to end her suffering. Yes, they had increased her suffering to feed themselves — but it was only brief. It was only the way of things. Catamaran, too, had often gone through terrifying ordeals, and he had been made to live with himself in the end. They would not be doing the doe the same discourtesy.

Even so — he was in no rush to speed her along to her painful end. These things came in their own time, and it was no skin off his hide if that time stretched long.