Kota watched closely as the dance continued yet this was turning more and more from a gracefull dance to something less becoming; Kota's hand fell to the hilt of his blade. If the death was not given soon and torture stopped then he would play the final part in this play and end the life of the deer; in his eyes the deer was indeed food yes but it was still a living thing and he couldn't stand seeing it suffer like so. The dark male took a step foward towards the hunter and hunted "end it..." it was not a commanding tone but one of concern with a pleaing undertone to it.
The dark one slipped only the hairs width of the blade free from its home on his side "end it...please" this time a whisper; he didn't know if the hunter had even heard the first time he had spoken. Kota spoke again but this time under his breath in the lowest of whispers "sister doe; though you give your life so that we may continue i beg of you to forgive your hunter for his lack of grip; your struggles make it difficult to end your sorrow" the dark one had always been like that; asking forgiveness of the prey he killed and praying that they be accepted wherever they shall go next.
Having seen enough Kota closed his eyes and waited for it to end; he may be viewed as being soft or unwolf like but he couldn't help the way he had been raised.
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