Silvertip Mountain Viva la vida (PACK HUNT)

Movements whizzed past Anita and slowed to a stop as soon as Steady's jaws clasped around doe's throat. She stared, astounded. It was not only a feeling of astonishment toward's the pack's successful kill, but to the ungulate's downfall as well. Though she was crippled, it took many wolves to hold her down. The thought of bringing down a healthy deer now seemed a whole lot harder. 

Anita strode towards the flailing quarry, careful of her sharp hooves and powerful legs. She could tell that there was no chance of survival--even if it managed to get up and run somehow, it wouldn't go far. The glow of life faded from the doe's eyes, her movement faltering to a complete stop. It had to be dead, the shallow rise and fall of the beast's chest had stilled.

Once she was sure the doe had passed away, Anita turned around. Her excitement was contrary to the scene that had just happened. "We did it!" A howl of satisfaction rang from her lips. Her first pack hunt was a success, and they would all be eating well tonight.