Chimera Fields Tongues and teeth

sólhárr watched from the rise, his lone golden eye tracking pangur's deft movements. her boldness had paid off, the herd erupting into chaos. the injured cow, slow to react and burdened by her wounds, lagged behind the others as they fled. this was the moment.

he surged forward, his massive frame barreling down the hill with the force of a rolling avalanche. the snow crunched beneath his powerful strides, each bound closing the distance between him and the injured cow. her breaths came heavy, visible in the cold air, her gait uneven as she fought to keep pace with the herd.

the cow turned, eyes wide with panic as sólhárr bore down on her. there was no hesitation in his charge, no mercy in the set of his jaws as he aimed for her flank, intent on delivering the strike that would bring her down. the gods would feast through him tonight.

as his shadow loomed over her, the cow stumbled, her injury betraying her. sólhárr seized the opening, jaws parting to latch onto her shoulder with the crushing force of his bite.