Swiftcurrent Creek cowpoke

maul him to 0005% of life plz

in the moments that ticked by, colt saw the future. this had suddenly narrowed to a pinprick of awareness; this had at last ceased to be about redbird and centered all on colt. on what lurked beneath the me-me-me —
a creature who until this moment had never held so much power. "sadey. git on while yew got a lick o'breath." it was an order, cut across by hotfoot's wrong words.
oh, but he did care — he did care and he held a jester's regard for life.
"bye, red." his voice was a casual goodbye, one they'd shared a hundred times. 
and that was all colt briggs said before the side of his throat was grabbed. he bellowed a challenge and twisted, snapping for muzzles, eyes, lips, jawline, and back-claws ready to rake for entrails.
if you were meant to die in gouts of blood, be sure you took a lot more with you.