Chimera Fields Tongues and teeth

his golden eye flicked down to pangur, sprawled in the snow with her tail sweeping behind her like a banner of victory. a faint smile curved his lips, touched with pride.

i will carry it back, he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument. he reached down, gripping the elk's neck with powerful jaws, the scent of fresh blood heavy in the air. lifting his head, he glanced toward the horizon, the borders of their territory etched faintly in the distance.

i want no males straying near our borders, he added, a rumble of authority underscoring his words. the thought of intruders testing their strength, emboldened by the scent of blood, only fueled his resolve.

he shifted, preparing to heft the weight of their kill. rest here if you need, pangur. you've earned it. his golden eye softened as it flicked toward her before he turned, the elk dragging behind him as he began the trek back to the heart of their land.