Are you Musky?

Jynn fell upon the beast's back with ease and set about incapacitating it. The plan had worked wonderfully, and she tried not to wince as the kid they were working with got right up into the ox's face before going for its front limb. Good, stay out of the strike zone. Those horns were vicious. She'd seen more than a few hunters tempted by prey this large only to fail and get gored. He was too young for that. Fable split her attention between the front and the back half of the ox. It was important to stay vigilant at this stage - they were close now, and any small mistake could cost them the prey. With a snarl, she dodged its flailing back legs and cut around to the tender flesh at the crux of where its right back leg met its midsection. The skin of the thigh was thin here and she sank her teeth in with relish, tearing muscle from bone. It wouldn't be long now until the beast was felled, then she'd grab the organ meat she was after and get out of dodge to prepare it in peace.