Golden Fleece

An opening came early, and the ram went down. As it struggled, Cai spun on his hocks and dove in, sinking his canines into the ram’s throat, wrenching his head to assure the jugular would punctured, blood filling his mouth. He held on until the ram sagged and weakened. He released it and backed away, flashing Halla a light grin.

“Good hunt, again.”

He studied the now dead animal thoughtfully then looked back to her with a perk-eared smile as he added, “What are your plans with him? I’m happy to help with skinning and processing…” He lifted a paw, showing off the bear claws with a wiggle of his toes. He kept the bear claws on his bracers sharpened, for fighting and hunting, and especially skinning.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think