"Give her back! Give her back!!!"

Over and over the bellow was deafening and full of rage. Loud snapping and cracking as hoof stamped and kicked at anything within rang. Trees, logs, stones. Large bowl like antlers swiping at low branches and leaves. The crazed stag even slammed his heavy bulk into a young, small tree repeatedly until it toppled to it’s side. He was throwing one mighty tantrum leaving the small area he decided to throw it in torn. A large circle of kicked up grass and plants was nothing but a sandpit now. Broken tree branches and tattered leaves were scattered about.

"Give her back!"

The red bull himself was rather ragged looking himself. The first and foremost that probably was noticeable was the lack of the skull he usually wore over his face. His dark eyes were wide with a mix of anger and panic. His red fur was shaggy, ruffled. Small cuts and scratches littered his body from his crazed running about. To put it mildly Gustiro was not happy.

"I'll fight! I'll fight!!!"

His cries seemed only to get louder and more demanding. His sides heaving with his fruitless demands.