When in Doubt, We Cull

The air between them thickened as Zagan took a step back, the weight of his gaze settled on Seri- hyper-focused and enthralled as he watched her follow through with the kill. His bi-colored eyes were wide, unblinking, and had a frantic edge to them- there was something unhinged in the way he watched her- something unnatural. Something dangerous.

His excitement heightened when she ripped out the ewe’s throat, splattering blood in his direction, and coating herself in vicious sinew. His lips started to twitch, his jaw clenching, his quills bristling across his scruff. His expression twisted with a manic intensity- one that was wild and unpredictable. He was fighting the urge to step forward and…

He didn’t exactly know what he wanted to do. But it wouldn't be good for Seri- that, he did know.

Taking a shallow breath, Zagan forced his attention away from Seri. “Let's drag it out of the pasture.” He didn't wait for her to agree- he was already moving forward and grabbing one of the legs to drag it away. He needed a moment to collect himself- to suppress the manic hunger swirling inside of him.

Once they were out of earshot of the herd, Zagan stopped dragging the carcass, and turned his attention back to Seri. His gaze was a bit clearer now. “We can collect the wool to make blankets.” He said, while unsheathing an extra blade for her to use. Holding the blade in his jaws, he extends his neck out to her, prompting her to take it from him.

Once she takes the blade, Zagan places his paws over the hind end of the ewe, to hold it in place for her. “Avoid cutting its belly open… I don’t want worms on me.” His lips twist into a smirk, before his expression shifts to a scowl. "Damn thing got me before it died." He muttered under his breath.

Now that the high of the kill was wearing off, the pain in his shoulder was more noticeable- blood oozing from the wound- prompting him to lap it up with his tongue.

"Zagan Saxe"