Shinier Than A Silver Dollar In a Goat's Butt

Luckily he was able to hang on, thrashing his head from side to side as the took the goat down with him. He felt that sinking feeling that always accompanied a fall, one that threatened to knock the air out of his lungs, but luckily he only slid a few feet before reaching solid ground again. Halla was right on target, lunging on their chosen prey animal and helping stabilize it and aiming for its neck while Corvus scrambled to his feet and used his own weight to keep their meal from bucking free. He felt the reward of blood staining his tongue as he pulled free, sinking his fangs into the goat's side as Halla took care of the neck, making sure the goat was truly dead.

"Congrats!" Corvus was beaming by the time the two of them moved off their prey, glad to feel the thrill of a good hunt, even if it had been a quick one. The feeling of the blood pumping hard though his veins was refreshing, and a welcome distraction. At least he'd get a good nap out of this, by the time he got back home. He was content. "I'm Corvus Destruction, by the way. I forgot to say," he spoke up as he settled in opposite Halla, starting at one of the goat's hind flanks. "Do you live around here?" He let him answer as he started to tear into the goat's flesh, hoping that she didn't mind a bit of conversation while they ate, at least for a moment.