Dawnlark Plains XV

she bit down on her own jowl to hold back the whines, instead letting out gurgling half-screams as her pierced fold was tugged at, yet not allowed be torn free as the chain held the horn.

diesel, amidst the agony her brain had dedicated all its matter to, had flashes of clear thought along the lines of "damn, what a way to go".

finally, finally, fucking finally she felt her paws touch and stay on ground when the bison's head sunk down, and now she was a heap of limbs and redfawn coat streaked with blood, feeling the big thing gasp and die into her lower back.

she twisted around, using the pain that brought to sharpen her own anger, and bit the bull's brow, teeth of lower jaw popping the eye.

but it was dead already - or at least past reaction.

the silence seemed louder than the preceding cacophony, and for a bit diesel dreaded to hear the other two bison come charging to avenge their comrade.

there was a bellow.

but nothing else.

diesel exhaled, but instead of relaxation washing over her, she became sharply aware of the fact she was still messily bleeding out, still attached to the dead pile of beef.

"he- hey." voice hoarse. "helh 'ee." one shoulder attempted to gesture up to her collar, but the shifting of muscle caused greater pain.

diesel stayed still, seated awkwardly against the dead bull's head, breathing laboriously.

"get- get 'ee ohh."