Sun Mote Copse i just want to be part of your symphony

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And now, swiftly, the hunt was done.  Niamh and Eljay both took out legs and the creature bellowed again.  The slowing, and the great neck lifting, were all Colt needed.  He grasped firmly below the head and clamped on, and he felt warm blood fill his mouth as he did so.  He'd hold a deathgrip until the poor beast passed, but it was already fallen, its legs buckling beneath the strain.

They could have their fill now and there would be plenty left for the pack.  Good thing, too, with kids on the way and a hell of a lot of mouths to feed.