I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. I can handle this.

His gaze flicked between the doe and Zagan, trying to coordinate their actions. But Zagan, consumed by the hunt, ignored Ludovic’s silent cues.

As Zagan lunged forward, shoving the fawn aside and sinking his teeth into the doe's hind leg, Ludovic’s eyes narrowed. His brother’s impulsiveness would cost them. With a low growl, he moved swiftly to cover Zagan, muscles coiled and ready.

“Focus, Z!” He barked sharply, his voice a mixture of frustration and urgency. “We work together, or I leave you to the doe and let her break your bones!” The boy barked. His lash lashing as he leapt for the doe’s side, strong teeth piercing into her hide with minimal blood shed as his teeth were still small. If he were bigger, they would have rendered her side to a gaping hole.
Wc; 135

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