Chimera Fields Tongues and teeth

breath curling in the frigid air as he lowered his head to sniff at the tracks she had been inspecting. he gave a slow nod, straightening to his full height and letting out a low rumble of approval.

easy, maybe. but not too easy, he said, his voice carrying a weight of caution. his gaze shifted toward the horizon, where the tracks multiplied, a promise of prey but also of danger.

we take care. elk fight back. big ones are worse. he glanced at pangur, his expression steady but carrying a faint edge of challenge, as if testing her resolve.

his tail gave a single, deliberate flick behind him as he moved to stand beside her, scanning the distant shapes that marked the herd’s path. you pick one, weak or old. i will help you split it.

though his words were measured, his posture spoke of readiness, the subtle tension in his frame betraying his anticipation. a hunt like this was more than survival—it was a chance to prove himself again, as much to pangur as to the land he called his own.