in a dream, the future.

Even on the ground, the cow was still a formidable beast. Róta had been unwilling to loosed her hold despite feeling the animal tip and tumble, and she earned herself a sharp hoof in the shoulder for her efforts, the hard toe tearing her fur and adding her own blood to the scent that was filling the air. She didn’t contain the yelp that came with the contact, these things were to be expected in circumstances like this, and a feast this large would keep them going for a few days. It would leave her enough time to heal for the next one.

With vengeance on her mind, she got back to her feet and limped forward, bit down hard on the cows flailing leg, ripping flesh with an aim to further bleed her out while her brother was clamped down solidly on her neck. Blood coated her face and front, and wept from the open wound in her shoulder, but this was what she lived for.

“Speech”