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May your new router be awesome and your WiFi strong. (Sorry Tat's an ass, btw.)

The nameless female's blows were not as critical as his own, Tatsuya noted. She tread the line between 'too far' and 'close enough,' whereas he was a unremitting creature, audaciously (and foolishly) entering the pronghorn's personal space. Amekaze was wise. He was reckless. She was speed. He was force. Two fierce, contrasting entities working together in tandem. They would be successful in this hunt because of their opposites; giving rise to each others weaknesses and mounting each others strengths.
INDENTJaws clamped 'round their flailing prey's throat, teeth piecing flesh. She put a paw on the beast's throat as well, trying to add to the weight. The wolverine did the same, claws digging into the pronghorn's springy fur. It struggled even harder then, urgently trying to get it's legs beneath it to no avail. It's movements grew steadily weaker after it reached that craven, desperate extremum. It went slack after a few minutes, simulating death. Neither wolf fell for it.
INDENTIt died seconds later.
INDENTOpening his now stiff jaws, the Gamma settled onto his haunches panting. Tongue slipped free of his mouth, lips spread wide in a victorious, tired grin. What with their mission now accomplished, the adrenaline was starting to wear off. Muscles burned, lungs burned. Everything burned and ached. Wincing, he glanced at the other. What exactly did she hope to gain from this? Meat? Ha! No matter how tired he was now, any and all attempts in chowing down would be met with violence. This – all of it! – was his. While he appreciated the help, there was no fighting against that primal, esoteric urge...No longer did he run alone, yet that did not diminish the need to hoard as much sustenance as possible.