Swiftcurrent Creek The Hunter's Arrow Shines · Pack Hunt

It wasn’t long before Njal and Danica launched their part in the attack and the doe crashed heavily to the ground. He reached for the initial tear in her throat with his shining, slick fangs and gave a great wrench of his sinuous muscles, allowing the final volumes of her blood spill and stain the soil his large, capable paws stood on. Her wide, black eyes grew vacant as life bled away from them.

It was then that the sounds from the other group across the way prompted him to look up to where he could easily see the sprawled, fallen animal they’d pursued, and his adrenaline ceased its firm hold on his body as it very slowly began to ebb. He turned and paced a few strides away as he waited to stake a claim in his victory hunk of meat and divvy up what remained for the caches with any hunter who felt the same inclination.