Ankyra Sound [m] dirty laundry

The poor thing had a lot of fight in her, injured or not... Reek could respect that, but food was food.  The haggard wolf watched with eager eyes as Spyridon sunk his teeth deep into the throat of the bucking elk. She bucked and brawled to no avail.  Game over.  She continued to flail about but she was bleeding profusely as the inky wolf had cut through her superior vena cava with ease, like a hot knife through butter, leaving the bleating animal to bleed out.  She faded fast as she crashed to the ground. Eyes dull and lifeless.  

Reek backed away as Spyridon claimed first dibs on the kill.  The skeletal wolf nodded to him while he slowly backed away.  The inky wolf had brought her down, it was only natural... plus, the bastard was in no place to challenge rank.  He waited patiently alongside Pantaleimon until the Epivitoras had had his fill.  When he had finished, the bastard approached the fresh kill as he motioned for Pantaleimon to follow him.  A wordless display, as if to say you eat with me.  The ragged wolf tore into the flesh of the elk, ripping out large chunks of meat in a mindless flurry and throwing them down his throat without chewing.  Quickly he collapsed with a full stomach a few yards away, ready to drag it back to the cache.