a bit of a stretch

Thank you. The thought came back from Peter automatically, appreciation bleeding through with it. It was not a choice he really wanted to have to make, though it bore down on him with the inevitability of death. With some effort, he shoved the whole subject to a far away corner of his mind, not wanting to think about it. Not right now. Not when they were on a hunt. There was a freedom to this unlike anything Peter had ever felt, it sang through him, helped in no small part by the matching chorus coming off Loren. A hyenas laugh left Peters jaws as they crashed through the underbrush, finally catching sight of their quarry. A deer, already fleeing them, it’s gait awkward due to the growth of two small, half formed legs, growing out of its shoulder. In a different shape, Peter might feel a pang of pity for the creature, but now, he just saw it as an opportunity. Being so close gave him another burst of energy, and he took full advantage of it, rushing ahead of Loren and leaping at the deer, jaws closing around the mutated leg. He pulled, trying to make the prey stumble, or even better, fall, under the burden of his weight. Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.