I spit In your general direction!
12-26-2020, 04:10 PM
The stranger was quick to cut the creature off, darting in from the side which forced the llama to make a choice. Either it ran straight ahead in the hopes of out pacing it's chasers or twist to the side and make a break for freedom. Hattori had hunted enough too be able to predict most prey and sure enough with a whip of it's neck it bounded off to the side, only for Hattori to ram into it's chest with all of his weight and strength. It's hooves skidded on the mud and wet grace and it skittered, as though running on ice, and it landed so hard the air was knocked right out of it's lungs. Hattori decided, his teeth to it's throat, his talons to the shoulder as he pinned it down and went to make the kill. Served the bastard right.