Eknie was aiming her gun at the beast with all the precision in her lithe arms and her eyes that were keener than those of an artist.
Ted prepared to back her up. It was a common thing for even the most skilled of hunters to fail to finish a beast of that caliber off with a shot or two. It was a bad time to get killed; the high cor really did not know what would happen if one died in the mirrorland.
They shot almost in unison, hitting the snow lion near its sensitive areas in the front end.
As the animal fell down, Eknie drew in an audibly sharp breath through her teeth. Her eyes were all wide, her pupils dilated, and she had the air of a woman who had just achieved her deepest wish.
She always looked like that after killing a living being.
Ted smirked. It was good to have her back.
"Now we need to drag it all the way back," Eknie sighed. "It must weigh a ton."
"I have a sling," the cult leader said.
