Thanksgiving Came Early

With it's lifeblood running down it's leg and a gaping chest wound from Rivin's antlers to boot, Modesty could feel the strength fleeing the beast from the hold she had on it's back end. She allowed herself to hang as a dead weight, the distraction of 3 wolves it could easily see keeping it's front hooves off the ground rather than it's back.

The elk stumbled, and Modesty relinquished her hold, allowing the once proud beast to founder through the shallows and towards the sand. All this blood in the water would attract sharks and they'd have less distance to drag it. It made it half way out of the water before it collapsed, glassy eyed and sides heaving. The kindest thing to do would be to put it out of it's misery quickly. But Modesty was not a kind woman. The job was done one way or another.

“Speech.”