Chimera Fields Tongues and teeth

sólhárr threw back his head and laughed, a deep, booming sound that echoed through the frostbitten air. joy radiated from him, golden eye blazing with triumph as the great beast lay still beneath them.

well done! he roared, his voice alive with the thrill of the hunt. blood stained his muzzle, the metallic tang sharp in the cold, but it only seemed to fuel his exultation.

his gaze turned to pangur, her prayer catching his ear. you fought well, pangur. this kill is ours—by tooth, by strength, by will.

he panted, chest heaving, but there was no mistaking the pride in his stance. the scent of fresh blood filled the air, a victory shared, hard-won and worthy of celebration.