The God-Prince Ultyr's powerful body booked across the heated terrain. Paws hit the earth and dug into the soil with his claws, his tongue salivating. Sheep was a particular favorite of his. The doe bleated fearfully and urged its baby on but everyone involved knew it was far too late to save either of them. His jaws unhinged and he leaped into the air over the sheep and tackled her bodily over the dust ground, his teeth sinking through the wool to her throat and his forepaws pushing against her body to give him a faster tearing.
The mother was his! As the sheep's last breath gasped out of its bleeding and torn esophagus he lifted his head to see how Flare was doing with the tender lamb.
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