She clung to the back of the throat in earnest, even rolled a bit to the side to draw the struggling beast to its side. The end could come soon either by suffocation of teeth to the throat, though the latter was swifter and more eminent than the former. Though the hunt had been hers in the beginning, she did not mind the assistance, or simply did not care given the adrenaline charge through her veins. Her mind was set on the kill falling still, with came without order as the black wolf descended.
Xi’nuata felt the ram jerk as his throat was taken between hungry jaws. His flailing more erratic though rapidly lessening in intensity. The rich aroma of blood bid she hold hard onto its neck, lest she let up too soon and the ram suddenly bolted free leaving her with naught but a memory of the smell of its blood. Thankfully, it would not be the case.
She waited a moment until the ram went still, the life draining from its body by each droplet of precious blood. When certain, she released her grip and shifted to her belly before rising to all fours. Her eyes were wide and hungry as she looked from Haunter to the fallen ram at their paws. Her stomach did not feel the caving to feast, but instinct compelled her to take action none the less. Her descent was quick, no more than a frenzied sweep of her muzzle into the hollow of its throat, tearing down through tendon and flesh til she reached the warm chest and broke through to a rib. She had chosen to leave the belly intact only due to the fact that the meal needed to be returned. There were others expecting the success of the kill, and while she was keen to share given the effort offered, she was not inclined to short her pack for any other. |