Dragoncrest Cliffs return of the pistolero

Njord held on firmly, puncturing the doe’s hide and giving the meat a good shake every time its fighting waned. Erzulie’s snapping jaws did their work. The doe had to raise her to avoid the queen from snatching the windpipe. which, in turn, kept its rear on the ground offering Haunt an opportunity to join the fray.

The yearling followed Njord’s lead with vicious zeal. He could see, out of the corner of his eye, a flurry of white snapping, twisting, and tearing. She seemed to have found a particularly sensitive spot for the deer moaned out in response and fought anew. She heaved and bucked in an effort to shed the predators from her skin. With great effort, she kicked. Though Njord’s field of vision was limited, he could see the fringe of Haunt’s pelt cast away.

Had she been kicked? Was she hurt? Concern bloomed in his chest, but it also fueled the fire to finish the fight.

Njord bore his full weight down upon the animal in an attempt to restrain or roll it, and provide Erzulie a window to make the finishing bite.