Neverwinter Forest uxar

sólhárr felt the ox's resistance weaken, its massive frame trembling under their relentless assault. luhtar's grip at its throat had choked off its bellows, its struggles slowing as exhaustion took hold. the scent of blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the cold bite of the snow.

this was it.

with a growl rumbling deep in his chest, sólhárr released his hold on the flank and surged forward. his powerful legs propelled him up along the beast’s heaving side, claws raking for purchase as he leapt toward its head. the ox twisted in a desperate, final attempt to shake him off, but sólhárr’s jaws found their mark—clamping down on the thick ridge of its neck, just above the spine.

his teeth pierced deep, his grip unyielding. sólhárr used his full weight to wrench the ox downward, forcing its knees to buckle and its head to slam into the churned snow. he could feel the life leaving it, the frantic pulse beneath his teeth slowing, until finally, it stilled.

sólhárr stood over the fallen beast, breath heaving, blood dripping from his muzzle. he lifted his head, golden eyes cutting through the frosted air as he looked to luhtar. a low, satisfied growl escaped him. the hunt was over. the kill was theirs.