Why Is Everything So GROSS?

He is thankful that the group isn't entitled. Isn't insufficient. They make taking the elk down easy. The poor animal's braying sounds of death pierce his ears as it begins to gurgle on its own blood. Skin and tendons slice and crush between his powerful jaw as he clamps down on the elk's back leg. Twisting his head just enough that the leg would snap and the elk would falter to a stop, he watches the rest of his group convene on the elk. Blood continues to soak open lesions that ooze with puss. The prey animal's bleating call drones to nothing as it fights to stay alive.

Raumr Regalus, the Third