The Pronghorn struggled beneath their combined weight, stumbling here and there though frustratingly managing to stay upright. She didn't want to dare let go lest it take the opportunity to escape, so she continued to hold on until a wet gurgling filled her ears over her own heavy breathing. Seemingly all at once it shuddered beneath her, the limbs falling limp as the creature tipped forward. Without a moment of hesitation she let go, pushing back against its side to move out of the way of the sharp horns as it fell to the ground, unmoving and bleeding heavily from its throat.
Iðunn took in a few gasping breaths, tongue swiping over her lips as she watched the creature, almost daring it to get up again, and only when she was sure it was down for good did she look up to the horned woman. Her head dipped in acknowledgement of the girl's words. "You as well," she said begrudgingly in the common tongue once more, in her exhaustion not needing to forcibly put on a thicker accent, the strangeness of her pronunciation slipping from her tongue without any extra effort.
She closed the distance to the fallen prey, icy blue gaze eyeing its limp form, figuring out how best to share the kill with the girl. They were quite close to where her family had made camp, so perhaps the girl could simply eat her fill and grab a limb for the road, leaving Iðunn to drag the remainder of the carcass back home. She wanted to make use of the horns regardless, so taking it back to camp was needed no matter how the creature was split.
"Eat what you want," she said brusquely, now stepping back again as a show of faith to the girl, her gaze resting heavily on her horned form with just a hint of admiration in her eyes. It had been a swift kill, with none of the injuries that her reckless cousins always seemed to sustain. That she could admire, just a bit.
Hunting 3/3
