Silvertip Mountain Viva la vida (PACK HUNT)

With no opposition on the idea, Steady was off and running, glad to see the others working their hardest to tire the beast out. Several tore chunks from the caribou's side as they ran. He could hear her ragged breaths as she conjured every bit of energy she had to keep going. It would be futile for her; her life had already ended, she simply needed to give in to it.

He watched as Grayday flung himself at the beast, and seemed to hang out as she tried to buck him off. She couldn't both run and carry the wolf's weight. She came to a stop, bellowing out her frustration and pain. Steady slowed, circling her as he contemplated his next move. She bucked again, trying to kick off Grayday, and he took the opportunity to lunge at her shoulder, throwing his weight into it and effectively knocking her off balance. She struggled to stay on her feet, and Steady's open jaws searched for her throat. They found it, and locked on, even as she kicked at him, landing a blow to his hips. It only encouraged him to latch on more firmly as he hoped his pack mates were trying to bring her down with him.