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He’s impressed by Célnes’ athleticism as she takes down the deer. Jumping and latching onto her neck, he can see the struggle in the deers eyes that are quickly becoming unfocused with her untimely death. He feels no need to rip or tear any more at the deer, for she’s on the ground and already breathing her last breathes — or trying to at least. Unable to do so, the doe finally dies, her heart ceasing to beat any longer 

Kynareth smiles triumphantly at his hunting partner. His gaze then trailing down to the organ trail, then back to her comically. “Not bad, dear.” He congratulated. “For one who worships deers, you’re a fair hunter.”

With that he moves in to snatch up a rich piece of meet from between its empty ribs. “Feel free to take some to your pack.” He offers easily.