Chimera Fields Tongues and teeth

sólhárr’s gaze swept across the herd below, his single golden eye narrowing as he took in the sight of the powerful creatures. pangur’s words did not fall on deaf ears; she was sharp, and her plan was sound. the weak mother, separated by injury, was an obvious choice, though the bull would ensure their work was anything but simple.

he let out a low huff, the cold air misting around his broad muzzle. the great bull could wait for another day. for now, they would take what the gods offered.

let's go, he rumbled, his voice a deep timbre of agreement. his tail flicked once, signaling the start of their hunt.

his head turned toward pangur, his expression hard but focused. you will distract, he instructed simply. i will strike.

the plan was simple, but the risk remained. they would need precision, and they would need each other. his weight shifted slightly, readying his body for the sprint that would follow.

his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he turned his attention back to the herd. their hunt would demand courage, boldness—and they had both in spades.