Oh, what agony! A dark Kimeti stumbles from the wood, a deep gash running across the front of its chest. Blood runs like a river down its legs and pools in the mud. The poor Kimeti, exhausted, collapses to its front legs and closes its eyes against the pain of its weeping heart. There is a mournful whinny and its back legs give out as well, leaving the beast mired in chill water and blood for the scavengers to find.
