Ouroboros Spine la nuit du chasseur [PACK HUNT]

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I was an angel"[/size]

[size=small]Whether there was something out there in the dying pinks of the sky to hear her plead was unkown to her, yet it was also irrelevant. Without an established belief and no stronger dogma than the one nature itself proposed to her, Cara was not a spiritual individual.Because in the crazy race that was life there was little time for deities and worship -- that of course if they were directed to someone different than her.
Besides, life was too much of a race to stop herself for anyone else.

But still, as the cries and battle growls of her wolves merged with the exasperated bellows of the moose, she could not avoid, maybe automatically, to urge the heavens for their help, for their grace. It was but a meaningless ritual she had adopted from her father; a man who despite speaking with reason as base also held faith close to him.

Soon, all thoughts different to killing faded from the Queen's mind. With the sound of the animal's hooves drumming against the fragile ice flooring and her muscles tensing instinctively under her pale fur Cara gave the mightly signal for the second team, the A team (ambush team), to act. With her hind legs flinging her like a projectile out the barrel of a gun, the pale Queen began to weave carefully through the storm of kicking and bucking legs, her teeth nipping consistently at a particularly slow indivudual that was pushed towards her by the Ostrega man and Sitri.

The struggle of latching her teeth to the animal's flesh suddenly became stronger as the glossy surface beneath the animal, and herself, began to creak and shatter like glass. It was then that Cara, for the first time since the hunt had started, began to dubiously, ask for whatever laid above --this time with more urgency-- for salvation, because for the first time since her third and current rise to power, Cara felt like she was going to die.

And she was.

If it had not been for her quick legs and the moose's evident greater size she would have been the one that ended in the frigid water. Still, she could not evade being splashed with it as she struggled to get away from the crumbling floor.
As soon as her skin was touched by the liquid she squirmed and hissed a curse, her eyes scanning the surrounding areas around the icy void that held the selected moose confined and agonizing.
As far as she had seen, there were no other bodies in the water.

So with her tongue hanging limply from her mouth in triumph and her wet ears slicking back she chuffed for the wolves to gather around.
Dinner was almost ready.

"I hope you like your moose cold" she breathed between heaves, her words directed at any other of her packmates who was waiting for the animal to cease its moving.
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