Big Salmon Lake [m] Fresh out of an icky gooey womb

This was not the first time they had taken down a creature in the water. This would be the second mule deer the romantic couple drowned together before eating. But it did not drown; her mate pulled it backward, and Tonravik was aware of a commotion in the background. Whatever it was, her mind was honed in on the hunt. She too grabbed hold of a leg of the animal and it snapped as the full force of her jaws displayed their power, the bone breaking in her mouth. She was able to pull it with her mate too land and it fell.

Even as it lived and breathed they could tear into it. It bleated exhaustedly, and Tonravik took quick stock of her surroundings. There was another wolf in the distance... but he seemed content with his own meal the animal watching had delivered prematurely. So she did not waste time watching him any longer but instead, dug into the twitching animal, ravenous, hunting for her favored part of it, its liver.