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Mercy was accustomed to fending for herself, and it showed. Her eyes flashed. Then her right hand came up and slapped the side of the deer. Her fingers gripped its skin and her claws dug in. She grabbed the deer hide in her jaws and, with her remaining two paws on the ground, she pulled the deer as hard as she could away from Robin!

I said a quick prayer.

I wasn't gonna do anything I wouldn't do to check my daughter if she had behaved this way; or my Momma hadn't done to me.

She coulda had her cake and eaten it too if she hadn't started acting a fool about it.

Now, I wasn't fast like Mercy but I did learn something these legs were good for-and that was jumping. I coiled up and in a moment, I easily leapt over her, landing behind her and reaching for the scruff of her neck!

Mercy's hackles bristled, and she must have bet on Robin going for the deer instead of her. She locked her jaws on that deer and snarled fiercely!

"KNOCK IT OFF!"

I caught her muzzle in my other hand and shoved it down against the deer, and brought a leg over her back so I was standing above her. Then decided for good measure to sit down on her back. She wasn't going forward and she wasn't going backwards. Scruff in one paw, muzzle in the other, my legs poised to catch her around the ribs or the hips if she tried to move.

My head came close to hers; I could out growl and out bite her six ways to Sunday, and it was all she'd hear from down below, our growls rolling together.

The growling set the deer into another hapless frenzy, which Josh restrained with minimal effort. "They're just gettin' to know each other, is all," he said with a grunt as he moved to bend its legs backwards so it didn't have as much leverage to struggle to stand.

Once he was sure it wasn't going anywhere, Josh returned his attention to Mercy and the preacher. If the preacher trusted him more, he might have hauled that deer over there and put his bull in Mercy's pasture too, assure her the preacher was someone she ought to mind, and do as she's told.

But he got the sense he made the preacher a bit... Tense? Especially when Mercy was close. He supposed she hadn't any reason to trust him. He wouldn't trust him if he didn't know himself.

So he just watched. Absent mindedly, he started stroking the deer's head. Which, obviously, brought the animal no comfort. Its muscles tensed and it started to struggle again.

"Oy, where do you think you're going?" he asked it, adjusting his hold on its antlers so as not to lose it. "If I was you, I'd just sit tight and zone out. Go to my happy place. Cuz you're not going anywhere else until she gets a mind to eat you, and then it's straight to deer heaven, pal."

At first, Mercy begrudgingly fought Robin for the deer. When she made no headway against Robin, she abandoned the deer in favor of getting free. When that also failed, Mercy had no choice but to submit, and submit she did. She stopped thrashing like a furry snake between Robin's knees, stopped growling, and lay perfectly still. She also gave her head to Robin, with a jerk here and there, just to show that she would like to go free.

"You gon' be good?" I asked, already letting her head free, followed by her scruff. I climbed over her, "Now, eat." I said, throwing a hand towards the dead deer, already walking towards to Josh and the second deer.

"It's not nice to mess with him, he's scared stupid." I pointed a claw towards the deer. "Finish the job and give it to me. I'm hungry."  

 

Mercy was satisfied that she was released. Carefully, and quietly she began to eat... yet she lifted her eyes when Robin's back was turned. Was that a smile on her maw? No, surely not.. and yet, Mercy's tail gave a slow, brief wag when no one could see it.

Some kind of argument came to Josh's eyes for just a second. He got it for Mercy, after all. But the moment his eyes met the preacher's, his doubts were dispelled. She, uh, she wasn't joking.

"...Yeah, okay," he said with a shrug. A quick jerk and it was efficiently done. Not his first, and not his last.

He let it go and stepped back with a gesture for the preacher to have at it.

“Thank you.”

Were the last intelligible sounds I made before I was on the deer..

 

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