Hideaway Strath That's All Right, I Love The Way It Hurts

Derg tore into the elk, pulling into the thick flesh about the neck.
Hoping to kill her quicker through blood loss. Hoping to hit an artery.

He might've hit something, but soon, she lay dead still.
A deathly quiet fell over him. His eyes tilted to Kynareth - he'd heard him grunt, he must've been kicked.
Then he turned his attention to Hemlocke. His actions hurt the midnight man.
He moved closer, clicking his ears back and attempting to give his a soft bump to his shoulder. A silent apology.
Next time, he wouldn't be so rash.