the host

as soon as she turned, the nordic man fell to his belly. he had intitially fell on his broken leg, gritting his teeth and sufficing a yelp for the sake of his friend. he had to lift, thrash for a moment in order to get the irritating leg in its proper place, and then went to town. he grasped it harshly between his jaws, and began crushing, gnawing, tearing. the pain would almost be too unbearable, but he forced himself to finish. he couldn't have a half-attached leg.

when the deed was done, he would rise with some difficulty, grab up his now amputated leg, and toss it into the river. kodda would not see this. she would not have nightmares seeing his leg aside from his body. when he would turn to look upon her once more, he would see a very defeated woman. his heart saddened. he had seen this look before, not only on her but also on himself. it killed him. his ill-matched eyes would catch the bend in her tail, and he would wince. she must be in pain too. after some time of stumbling and losing balance, he would finally lower himself next to her and softly coo, kodda, we have to leave. it's too dangerous here.