One dog that was on his leg was down but the first one he hit got back up. The one that bit his arm got fed the arrow and was busy trying to shake the shattered shaft out of its head. He took up his club and could not bear weight on the one leg so he put one hand to the ground for balance as the bone rested on his back.

The first one from before charged in fast for his throat and got met with the club from above in an overhand blow again, this time the dog did not get up. The other was still shaking its head and unable to fight back. It wasn't a good fight, it was putting the sick down and so he did with a full swing to end its pain.

He looked around at the rest of the group, then to the dead dogs and finally to the hunter, this was his second hunter and so he would take a second trophy by taking two slaver arrows then putting one in the old hole and making a new piercing with the second one before licking at the blood on his arm. Two hunters killed, two hunters arrows, good trophies.

When he looked at the new pack, he had noticed something, one of the females was licking herself like he did. So he limped over to the one with the axe with a huge grin on his face and brought her the slavers bow.

[color=007236]"Me lick you?"[/color]