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the goat goes limp beneath him and kivaluk releases his hold, blood smearing across his muzzle. he draws back to catch his breath, flanks panting with the effort of the run, feeling like he could fy off the ground from the excitment and the thrill as it mingles with the adrenaline coursing thru his veins.

he lingers in the euphoria of a successful hunt; letting pride color him with a hue of gold at rodyn's praise.

kivaluk gives a small shake of his head. no, he says. we will take it back to moonglow. i will divide it among the caches. you can take the pelt then, if you'd like it.