With a sag of it's front end, it went down. Sliding on to its belly, lifting and writhing in an effort to stand and keep going, but the blood continued to seep from it. Staining its skin, the snow, until finally it gave a great breath and went limp against the earth. The deer was not yet dead, but utterly exhausted. It would take hours for the creature to be exanguinated but the pack did not need to wait. Njal fell upon it as soon as it was down, grabbing at its face and then its throat with a precise bite to the larynx. What bones were there quickly cracked and popped, and he clenched at it to finish the animal. However, Njal was tired himself - and after a few moments when the deer began to kick, he released and drew back. Perhaps Jinx would have better luck with ending it.
Knowing that the deer would soon be dead, Njal sank back and waited. He watched as his pack-mates drew close. When the animal was killed he let out a bark of glee, which transitioned in to a howl of pleasure; they had done it, they had taken down the mule deer together. While Njal wanted to take the first bite, he deferred to Fox; looking to her, and standing himself up with a small rumble in his chest, warning the others away until she took her rightful place as the first to feast.
From that point, Njal tore at the creature. He carved away some of the fatty tissue of the warm body and gulped down chunks of meat, taking a bit of extra for a cache, and dragged a few strips away, leaving the rest for the others to fight over.
[exit njal]