There was sport in capturing a spirit of the forest, as well as riches that could sate a man for three lifetimes at least.

How could anyone deny themselves such luxury?

So why did Theron hesitate to deal the final blow? His arrow had already sliced the flesh of your arm and he'd followed your trail of blood, the rest was meant to be easy. Simple.

"Shit. Just hold still." he instructed gruffly before kneeling beside your shaking form, though from anger or fear he could not tell, "Please?”