a bit of a stretch

Blood pooled in Peters mouth, the taste of it thick and warm. His jaws tightened, and he felt more than heard bone snap between his teeth, the poor creature bellowing in pain. Though not only from his own attack, the deer was being assaulted from below as well. It kicked it mightily, Peter losing his grip and falling off its side. He was back in his feet in a moment, a quick pulse sent Lorens way to ensure the badger wasn’t hurt by the thrashing. The deer couldn’t run, couldn’t do much more than make pitiful sounds and try to menace them with its antlers, it’s unbroken legs. Peter circled it, looking for an opening, a soft place to sink his jaws in again, and tear. There was warm satisfaction thrumming through him now, a feeling he shared with Loren. Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.