Sunset Valley Run by and lie to a dragon

powerplay of the deer! <3

the girl made a valiant attempt at the crucial hold, weaking the animal further with a hot splash of blood against the snow. but garait knew so long as the creature lived, it could inflict wounds upon the hunters. releasing his own hold, the gaul lunged for a higher position on the wide straining throat, above the girl's own tenacious grip.
his jaws closed satisfyingly in its windpipe, and garait dragged it forward to wait out its death, shifting his muscular body so that he could glance down with a rare and fleeting expression of pride at the she-wolf.
with the combined efforts of the pair, the hart met its end; the brennus let go his grip and spat downy fur into the snow. "good," he muttered in his thick accent. "you eat before," garait went on to offer, quite generous for his upbringing, but unaware his tones sounded more like a command than an invitation.