Redhawk Caldera Drunk lambs in a wolf party

The two wolves bore down on their prey, running in tandem. From the corner of his eye, Elwood saw Pantaleimon lunge for the deer, successfully seizing its neck and dragging it down. Both wolf and deer tumbled, and nimbly Elwood dodged around the bodies to avoid falling. He quickly pivoted and dove onto the animal's wounded neck, using the force of his weight to hold it down while it flailed.

Hooves kicked out at the air close to Elwood's shoulder, but he luckily managed to avoid any direct blows. With claws and teeth, he tore at the deer's throat, tearing open the laceration that Pan had inflicted. Blood was seeping onto the ground around him, and the deer's motions were becoming weaker and weaker, though it continued to struggle and kick until it physically couldn't any longer.

When he was satisfied that they had been successful, Elwood straightened, one red-stained forepaw firmly resting on the doe's withers. He licked his lips and looked to Pantaleimon with a congratulatory chuff. "Nice work," he said with a bob of his head.