Axelle barreled across a river’s berth to shore, the group of flopping fish in her mouth signaling the reason for her presence in the waters. She’d never had them during her time in the Great Herd; her herdmates had preferred larger game, and ones that were willing to scream when prompted. Most had wanted to go after more impressive foes as well – bucks in their prime and old bears being the favorites of some. But she was of a different mind, and didn’t find the need to risk life and limb for a simple meal – especially when it meant missing out on fish like these.
One bite was all she needed to cleave them in half once she’d reached land. They still moved, but they were not like to escape her now, and after ensuring there were no competitors in the near vicinity, she settled down to eat.
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