He'd already made his kill in his mind. Repeated his plan over and over as he watched the resting herd. A fawn was enough to satiate him. He licked his slavering maw and he moved.
Kovertol moved up from where he rested on the island, moving forward at an increasing pace, hurtling towards the fawn he'd singled out. Once in range, he swung out a great paw to topple the gangly fawn that desperately tried to escape him. It shrieked for its mother to save it as his maw clamped down on its neck with a sickening gurgle and soft crunch.
He ate greedily, consuming to satiate himself as quickly as possible with this fresh meal.
Kovertol moved up from where he rested on the island, moving forward at an increasing pace, hurtling towards the fawn he'd singled out. Once in range, he swung out a great paw to topple the gangly fawn that desperately tried to escape him. It shrieked for its mother to save it as his maw clamped down on its neck with a sickening gurgle and soft crunch.
He ate greedily, consuming to satiate himself as quickly as possible with this fresh meal.
"Common." | "Ursine."
How Much Trouble
Can One Bear Be?
How Much Trouble
Can One Bear Be?
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