Otatso Wetlands night shadow

No.

The word slipped out through gritted teeth; one he had learned from Ice Diver. Ridgeback was slower to consume and properly pronounce the words that his wife taught him, but simpler expressions had begun to stick. 

He could feel the hoof-shaped welt swelling the skin on his belly, but the caribou had missed his ribs, and his abdominal muscles had absorbed the majority of the impact. He stretched briefly, and licked his lips, sharing breath for a moment with the Chieftan, having seen him go rolling a moment ago. 

He huffed, and his hungry gaze fell, with renewed focus, on the wounded bull.