K'so & Qancith
Qancith was excited. VERY excited. Today, he'd get to make his first kill. K'so wished they waited 'til the afternoon feeding for this because then they could see better, but there you had it.
Qancith eyed the collected herdbeast steers and picked a white and brown one. He then complained extensively about the tiny pen the Weyrlingmaster put the steer in. This is no catch. This is like putting it in a chute so that you can whack it on the head with a hammer. I can catch it in a bigger pen than this!
"Oh, Qanc, your hunger is making you irritable. Just shut up and get your breakfast already."
Qancith waddled into the pen as the now-terrified steer tried to break through the opposite fence. The blue sighed gustily and snaked out his neck to catch the herdbeast's neck - only to get a mouthful of fence as the smaller creature darted sideways. Suddenly, it wasn't so easy anymore. And now he complained about that. He lurched around the pen trying to catch the herdbeast, lashing out with a claw to grab the beast's hindquarters. He hooked a claw in the hip and had to shift his balance, which brought his weight to bear on his prey and collapsed the steer's back end.
Bugling with triumph, Qancith's head snapped forward and his jaws crushed the herdbeast's skull as it bellowed in pain. Having finally captured his first self-killed meal, he settled down to crunch away happily on it.