Sky Mesa on the wing

A lunge forward, and the pronghorn was taken in his jaws by the neck.

A snarl, a vicious shake, and the creature was good as dead - he could hear the clomp of hooves from it's herd fleeing. He could feel the blood seeping onto his tongue, hot and sweet. Releasing a breath, he placed it upon the ground. He shouldn't enjoy these things things so much.

He looked to the stranger now. It made sense to allow her to take her share.