Ouroboros Spine blood for the bloodgoat

Two were swift to come to either side of her. Iqniq and Arklark drew close to her side, and the trio prowled hungrily toward their quarry. The animal was not yet in their line of sight, but she could smell it, smell that they were drawing nearer by the moment. She and her two subordinates would find success on this day, for the good of the Spine. While they did not need their bellies filled, as all but this one had been a success, the strange foretelling of her soon to be insatiable need had struck and her drive had gone up tenfold. 

The sound of rustling nearby, of the cracking of wood underfoot, could be heard. There was no need for them to delay, or to hide; their stalking had been in quiet, and their prey unsuspecting. But Tonravik thinks. The three of them are large; surely quick, but could they be as quick as the fleet-footed deer they prowled after...? 

Tonravik pauses, hearing silence... but the deer ahead continued their trek, none-the-wiser. It is then she breaks into the small clearing that turned as quick as it began back into wood, alerting her troops with a quick shift of her ears, that had fallen forward, ready to fall on the offensive in this battle for their food.