Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · fight or flight

Tuwawi's grip upon the cat's spine squeezed when Njal's face disappeared from her view, driving her fangs deep into its tissue. Her attack did not elicit a response from the beast like her bite had before; the creature feeble and fatigued. She kept a mind to wrap her forelegs across its loin, case their prey attempted to shake its assailants once more. Yet, soon the battle waned and ceased altogether, their struggle over.

How quickly life poured from the cougar. Its belly tattered and stained as viscous blood oozed strewn with innards. The large bloated stomach rolled out without walls to kept it in, connected only by the thin veil of fat. When no motion stirred beneath her teeth, Tuwawi unhinged her jaws and stumbled back as large exhales heaved from her chest, hot breath fogging in the tepid air. Her muzzle was coated in a deep garnet, equally as red as the cape on her back, but the iron taste was sour on her palate and caused her to grimace.

Immediately the Zeta took a headcount, finding all of Swiftcurrent still alive though exhausted. Her lips twisted when Fox continued to gut the animal, repulsed by the sight, but uttering no objection to her zeal. A dark smear that was Haunter assumed a lofty patrol, as Bones worked the blood from her eyes. However the crumpled form of Njal caught Tuwawi's peripheral, and caused her heart to sink. In only a few steps she was at his side, inspecting the damage that had been delt. Njal's assault on their foe had been tactical... and Tuwawi couldn't help but feel he did not deserve this wound. None of them did. "Hold still," she commanded so that she may more closely observed his ragged flesh. Without waiting for consent she cleaned it, hurrying so that the bleeding may be stopped.