Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Yanked! Pangur was dragged in tow, and even then her grip did not falter; Eydis came in strong with support, meeting throat with teeth, Pangur took the opportunity to release the leg and secure herself on hide instead. Feisty beast it was! she scarcely dodged the sharp strike of a desperate back hoof, cutting through the air with what Pangur could've sworn was a whistle.

With her grip better situated, she would bear down on the back half of the youngster, weight on the side so that she would not get kicked in her soft belly fur. Once it was pushed to the ground, their kill would be assured. Bloodloss would take its toll, they needed only bite deeper. Thrill stoked the flames of Pangur's soul, even in the simplicity of a hunt.