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Dagfinn, smell aside, rose up to the challenge. He battled the jaguar from the front while she held on for dear life at the back. As the feline moved in rhythm to the Viking, the dwarf was not surprised as it tore from her grasp and made its way to the tree. But instead of grabbing its tail again, she flung herself into a leap and landed squarely on its back. The full weight of her body caused the beast to stumble, sliding down the tree only to land as the man added his own weight to the attack. Yowling and clearly panicking, the jaguar bled profoundly as it flailed under the two wolves.

Luckily, she was on the beast’s back and away from its claws. Positioning herself upward on the shoulders, she waited for Dagfinn to decide what to do next. Her eyes found his face, willing him to decide. Should they kill the beast and collect its body for the Hjarrandi? Or should they let the cat go? Trying to at least control it so far, Dutch grasped it from the back of its neck. Her tiny teeth added more insult to its growing injuries. “finish it!” she grunted; voice muffled by the feline’s pelt in her jaws. She could totally make some jaguar fashioned trinkets with its bones and teeth. Even the pelt would do wonders for trade.

But she wasn’t going to kill it unless Dagfinn felt it was necessary.

244 words. "speak."