my name is death [M]

Tonravik was quick to kill the one she pulled toward her, even as it squirmed to get away. It wasn't a clean death, but that was its own fault. The alpha female moved toward her mate as he went to end the last one... and she made a terrible game of it, tugging at it with him. In their movements, they snapped its neck. But it was dead, and so were the rest of them. The alpha female gave in to play, growling and goading him into a game of tug-a-war with the limp body.

Beady eyes watched the macabre scene but kept their distance. The coyotes were a good enough distance from them, downwind and so not yet of note (so if any other were to come upon the scene, they would cause the animals to scatter and for their hunt to resume... otherwise, it would be a hunt for another day). Tonravik let her snarls grow louder as she pushed her weight into the earth, shaking her head left and right, pulling at the pliable skin.