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Finish her! The command rang through the air and it was then that the grey-scaled dragon’s attention fell back to the prey. She lingered there, waiting for any movement on Hversik’s part, before making her own movement. Though she wasn’t totally sure in that moment of what Wildfire meant there was an inkling from within that told her what had to be done. She had never seen Wildfire finish off a piece of prey-- only the result, but as Hversik hesitated her confidence grew.

After a moment of silence and confliction her intuition suddenly kicked in.

Without much of a warning she lunged forward towards the rabbit’s throat. As contact was made she bit down on the throat of the rabbit. Though she was gentle at first instinct urged her to bite harder to end it. Doing just that, the Goufa’s hold on the throat strengthened and a stream of blood trickled into her mouth. She kept her hold on the prey as it trashed, but soon the tashing weakened. It was only once it laid still that Freyja unlatched.

Pride overcame her as she looked at just what she had done and quickly he turned to her mentor with a bloody grin. “Feenish!” Her proclamation was proud as she stood tall, waiting for Wildfire’s reaction.