Herbalists' Cache Scars Are My Weapons

The tactic worked. Their quarry ran straight for the other female and Nochtli was sure to stay right on their tails. The dark shadow snapped teeth and snarled to startle and spook, keeping adrenaline high as she darted in to clench those fangs around the calf's neck. A quick, hard shake snapped the creature's neck and its screams of pain died away, the only sound left the thunder of hooves as they fled the vicinity.

Her jaws split in a bloody grin, she looked to the agouti and wagged her tail. "Good work," She complimented happily. "I take half, you take half?" The Ridge wasn't far. She could drag her share back for the others.