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She held fast to the doe, and when Ravah had found her claim upon the doe's weakest point, Barrett moved to mirror such purchase, teeth meeting flesh, meeting the deep thudding of the ungulates quick-beating heart. Slowly, it staggered, tried to rear upwards, but was only met with the force of two unshakeable beasts. Tried to fight, but already, the gaze of the creature went cloudy, moving, now, in a way comparable to that of a tired newborn.
In but a mere moment, it came crashing down to the earth in a thud, giving a last cry before the life slipped from the beast. Barrett released his hold, breaths coming in long, deep pants for air. He looked to Ravah, now, maw bloodstained and tussled, and gave an approving nod, before gesturing with his nose so that she may eat first. Keep the pelt, he breathed. No waste.
Turning away from her for just a moment, he would raise a paw and wipe it across his mouth, trying to clean his face in any sort of way.