It’s feeding time.

Tonravik drew closer and closer, quiet as she did so. It struggled already... and would struggle moreso. It was easier to take down than anticipated. An easy hunt was a rare one... but one that went appreciated. Her Beta snapped at the creature and so too did her mate. In time, they were able to goad it near to her. The alpha female sprung out from her cover and joined in as it struggled forward. She drove in from the opposite side; her mate was on one shoulder, and Tonravik went for the other. That first. Her fangs drove into its flesh and tore... and then released.

She was quick to drive forward again, this time going for its throat to pull it down with her. It was sluggish in its movements. The takedown was not at all difficult. She gripped and hung for a moment, before it lowered its head, relenting, giving up. It had no more fight in it at all.