"Obstruction"- skekMal, urVa
The scent of blood in the air sets his heart pounding, the echo of his quarry’s pained whimpers as it flees on a fractured leg only building anticipation for the kill. He nearly has it within his grasp when an arrow whizzes by close enough to graze his skeletal mask.
“Enough,” comes that deep, familiar, loathed voice. UrVa is the only creature skekMal has ever met who does not fear him even the smallest bit, and that produces a unique hatred in him. “I thought you reserved your energy for worthy prey, skekMal. Surely you are above running down such an injured creature.” SkekMal growls with a menace he knows to be worthless here.
“You will not stop the hunt!” he snarls. UrVa merely faces him impassively, voice steady as a great, rooted tree.
“I already have.”
The bastard is right- the pitiful thing has already whimpered off into the woods to lick its wounds, and skekMal already finds himself too disgusted- and if he is honest with himself, tired- to continue the pursuit. Fine. Let urVa think he has done a good deed today.
The hunt will resume once it can run properly again- and taste all the sweeter when it ends.