Chimera Fields Tongues and teeth

sólhárr moved with precision, his jaws locking onto the cow’s haunch. her strength faltered under his weight, each pull dragging her closer to the ground. pangur darted in, quick and sharp, tearing at her shoulder and forcing the elk to stumble further.

a kick sent snow flying, but sólhárr held firm, growling low as the cow’s resistance weakened. together, they worked seamlessly, each bite and move drawing the hunt closer to its end. the snow beneath them turned crimson, the herd long gone. victory loomed, and sólhárr’s grip tightened, unyielding.