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

The moment he bites down on the doe’s hock, he’s met with resistance. It starts to kick its leg out, its head whipping around to find its attacker. He heard Ludo yelling something in the background, but Zagan was too consumed by the thrill of the hunt, the thrill of an impending kill. A snarl rippled from his jaws, his body jerking to and fro but he held on for dear life. Funny pun inserted here. He stumbled back, Ludo’s weight crashing into the deer shifting its position, which forced him to let go.

With another growl and a tsk, he follows the doe’s movements, waiting to strike again. But the damn fawn was bleating in the background, laying in the snow and Zagan became overwhelmed by it. Whipping around, he lunges on top of the fawn, grabbing it by the neck and using his sharp claws to slash its skin. He’s ravenous, his movement uncoordinated as he’s driven by the impulse to shut it up.

"Speech"