Moonspear Outsider

every time the doe bucked against his teeth, arcturus felt his head ring; a shrill,  innervating sensation that had him at once both nauseous and shivering. 

he bit down still, relieved when moriko practiced the killing blow. releasing the doe arcturus managed a feeble smile; this crucible had proven his worth very little in terms of hunting prowess. 

settling on his haunches the moonspearian reflected on the doe, a wince of pain lingering in his expression. that was a good run, he encouraged softly, still feeling dizzy in spite his efforts to remain upright. he noticed her concern and waved it away with a tough shrug — he would be alright.  let’s eat what we can, and bring the rest home.