Chimera Fields Tongues and teeth

Hold her, he said, and Pangur mustered every last bit of strength to her to keep her jaws from slipping, teeth locked in and pulled on flesh, down down down. They must outlast her, wrestle her to the ground where she will take her final breath.

A knee came up swiftly, and met with the bridge of her muzzle; a yelp following the collide, though Pangur would recover quickly with a mere bloody nose to show for it, and a vengeance now dripping from her fangs. The places her teeth had torn away at bled down the throat of the elk and into pools in front of her while she staggered, Solharr's form still bearing down on her opposite flank. Pangur threw herself back into the fray with renewed determination, and switched now to the back end, dragging unstable haunches down to earth, revealing the throat for Harkonungr to ravage without the threat of slicing hooves.

Their teamwork was rewarded! Pangur scarce believed the elk to have finished her thrashing, and held firm a few moments extra. When she did pull away, she panted heavily each breath she denied herself, blood dripped from her nose, what a sting! ah!

Þakka andanna fyrir gjöfina. She uttered the prayer between laboured breaths, and descended into joyful giggles.