Firestone Hot Springs viiii. i was born to fight, to rage, to war

With the death grip and claws sinking deeper and deeper into the soft skin of the prey, Rose's leg's dangled, dead weight as he moved with the beast as it thrashed about, using his weight to bring down the fawn, to weigh it down to give the female as big of an opportunity to do her job as possible. Through the panicked bucking, every now and then he had a window to see what she was up to, already the woman was on the underside of the fawn, her dark figure difficult to spot, but not impossibly so.

Soon enough the bleeding should bring the beast down without much more effort. All they had to do, all he had to do now was hang on and keep it from running away and becoming prey to something else should it get a second wind to run off somewhere else and die. Everything was going smoothly until...

The dark figure skidded on the ground, the movement catching his eye above all else. Instinctively he pushed off of the fawn, the action itself left the prey to tumble and squirm as it fought to keep its footing. Stumbling as it bled, legs failing beneath it as it eventually fell after a few sprints, making some, but not much distance between it and its predators. Instead of celebrating, Rose's attention had been stolen, the paladin padding toward the stary pelted female to investigate her condition. 

There was blood everywhere, from the smell it must all belong to the fawn, but he couldn't be certain unless she was washed and new blood poured from a wound. The fawn's sweet scent could easily drown hers, especially when one was covered in the life-giving liquid. The thought of leaving her and helping himself did cross his mind; but not for long.

Uncertain of where she was hit, he chose to begin cleaning her face. Leaning over the woman, he slowly ran his tongue over her face, cleaning the blood and watching for any to pool from an open wound to uncover. Despite their misunderstanding, frustration fed by self-preservation and hunger; he didn't wish death to take her, not if he could help it. But what would he do, he wasn't a healer... she did speak of a group that followed her path, perhaps there was someone of hers he can track down - if her condition would allow.