It's Alive!!!!!

With the tendon slashed and blood sprayed across his chest, Raumr releases to give the groaning musk ox space. Watching solemnly as the beast steps into the trap. His body barely flinches at the sharp noise of metal snapping and crunching bone. The deep bellows of the sick animal wrench through his heart. It didn't deserve such a brutal end. Looking to the female, seeing that look on her sends a rivulet of ferocity through him. Had they not done enough damage? They did not need to push it over the edge. Further damaging the body would do nothing good.

Standing to his full height, not caring to wipe the blood from his face, towering over the female who believed herself to be in charge, Raumr stalks to the beast. It looks up at him with fear in its eyes. Confusion strewn across its face as it slams its head against the ground. "The beast stays here," there is command in his own honeyed tones as he faces the piebald woman, his amber stare more stern than he's ever cared to look. A brief flicker to the other two canines, wondering if they'll step up, say something. Lifting a mighty paw and placing it upon the musk ox, Raumr moves gently over the beast's neck, soothing its dying wails while avoiding the lesions. "Do not worry. You will know peace soon," Raumr murmurs, his gaze now fully on the musk ox.

Raumr Regalus, the Third