Raven's Watch nerve

he allowed her to stay close. her nose at his hip, he tempted to turn back and plant her against the ground— but he was a man on a more important mission. a mission to fill her belly.

he caught the scent of a female pronghorn— noted, clearly on the ridgelines of the watch. he slowed his pace, crouching low, as he saw it up ahead.

he didn't want her to help. faust was more than capable to catch his own prey— he always had been.

he nosed the woman to stay put. with a raise of his lip, the command was austere.

with a spring, he bolted from the brush. his paws were firm on the ground, careful not to shake the stones as he ran. the poor thing had been eating the frost-tipped grass, and when it had noticed the great tyrant, he'd already been upon her.

the pair went soaring down a small incline. tumbling. faust atop the ungulate, strangling its last breath until it mewled for desperation.

with a crack of its neck, faust left it bloodied. he looked up from the small drop towards the woman, tail wagging.