Barrow Fields huntokar, destroyer

The added help of the stranger is enough to slow it down. It shakes and twists and turns and does everything in its depleting power to try and shake free of the two beasts, one on either side. It stumbles, wobbles back and forth, and with a quick regrip of her jaws, she punctures the jugular vein. It only takes a few more seconds before the deer can’t handle it anymore, a loud, pained groan followed by shallow, agonal breaths. Blood coats both sides of her mouth and part of her chest and though the prey isn’t completely dead, it might as well be.

Ajatar spins around temporarily forgetting the kill at their feet. She doesn’t even pay attention to the first stranger, searching for the idiot that threw them off course. While they still succeeded in bringing down their next meal, she has something else to take care of. The third wolf isn’t too far and Ajatar takes off again, forgetting the strain in her lungs from her last chase, and with several loud barks, she chases off the disoriented wolf with clashing teeth near her tail side. She slows to a trot once she’s gone, circling back around and surveying for the aftermath of the hunt.

When she gets back to the kill, the other stranger is close and her fur bristles around the nape of her neck. She doesn't let her get too close before she bares her teeth and snaps in her direction, chasing her away from the kill too.