Ouroboros Spine Under the bludgeonings of chance

Action erupted around her with each bellow of her voice, as the herd reacted to her bestial sounds. They curved around her with more desperation, even though some must have known the weakness of one wolf versus an entire collective; and then, as she struck out against a passing creature, all hell seemed to break loose. The herd had made a unanimous decision to bolt - but not everyone was on the same page. One unfortunate soul had tripped and, as Salamander watched, was thrown under the combined might of their hooves. Before long the herd had departed. Salamander did her best not to get caught up in the fray, and this was made easier because of the bubble of protection she had created with her gnashing teeth and demanding calls - so, when the herd was gone and the calm returned to the scene, all that was left was one.

Salamander had not done this for the sake of a meal. She had not accompanied Tonravik on this hunt just because she had been asked to, either. As the leader approached the weakened creature and gave the red-furred woman a pointed look (as if to lay claim to the still-breathing beast), Salamander did not protest. She turned her attention away, to watch the chaos of the herd as they vanished from view. This was not a hunt, not to Salamander. To her, this had all been for the enjoyment of seeing a life end.

While Tonravik ate, Salamander waited; only looking back so that she could watch the life draining from the beast's eyes.