Chimera Fields Tongues and teeth

kill in your next mwahah

sólhárr snarled low and steady, his breath coming in sharp puffs as he kept his weight against the cow’s flank. her movements were slowing, each stumble more pronounced, the fight in her bleeding out with every desperate cry. pangur's boldness didn’t go unnoticed; her precision in targeting the neck showed her mettle.

hold her, pangur, he growled, his golden eye flashing as he lunged forward. his jaws clamped down on the cow's exposed shoulder, teeth grinding into muscle. blood warmed his tongue, but his focus remained on dragging her down.

the cow buckled slightly under their combined assault, her hooves scraping against the frozen ground. she was strong, but her strength waned with each passing second.

sólhárr adjusted his position, moving to her opposite flank, working in tandem with pangur. they were a storm—relentless, unified. the caribou was theirs; it was only a matter of time.