the wind's a cheating wife

Darting predators caused the small, nimble piglet to writhe and twist, kicking up debris in its wake when the fire-coated alpha's jaws failed to snag it. The brown, snorting creature catapulted towards the Eta, who instinctively flushed it back against the aggressor in a ping-pong pattern. The maneuver was innate for a creature accustomed to working in a team, a driving tactic that would award the kill to the first snap of jaws.

A lanky shoulder dashed out to swing a paw, wide appendage clipping the little animal on the hocks and marring flawless movement. The faltering piggy would be easier to snag should its hooves slide and skid they did across the rocky terrain and tufts of shrubs. It skid directly into the fire-wolf's path, a small gnash of fangs from the Eta keeping the pursuit hot and dangerous. The little animal squealed, a chomp of its little snout predicting its fate as it tumbled towards the looming leader.

The spider continued to snatch at its hocks, briefly clipping one and drawing the first sign of blood.