chase

Since I have the tenth post and you're looking to wrap this up I'm going to go ahead and get this archived for us. :-)

Their disorganized teamwork — lest it felt disorganized to Nefarious — paid off by some small miracle. With Nefarious snapping at the creature's heels it left it distracted enough for the pallid woman to regroup and come in for a second attack.. Nefarious saw a blur of white out of the corner of his eye as she lunged again, though he did not pay her more attention than that, more determined to avoid being kicked in the face by their bucking prey. He snapped again, this time aiming for the injured leg and made contact allowing his companion the opportunity to end the hunt. She seemed to understand and took it, and the creature fell with a heavy thud against the frozen earth. Having ascertained that it had landed to the ground and would not rise again as the woman went for it's throat, the thick wool that protected it stained crimson with it's own warm life blood, Nefarious turned his back to her. With a silent last glimpse in her direction he departed, not willing to stick around even if it cost him his share of the mutton — which his cold behavior no doubt would. The shaman believed in the old saying 'an eye for an eye' and figured that even if it cost him some fresh meat he had no intention of sticking around and speaking with her since it had been made apparent to the shaman that she had no interest in speaking with him, either.

Figuring his time could be better spent elsewhere the shaman in his stormy mood left her to her prize in silence that he had no real intention to break anytime soon. What she did with her prize was of no concern to him.