Sawtooth Spire Mollusus

The continued slaughter of coyotes sailed strong on mountain winds. After this they would have to clean up. Get rid of the meat. Either squirrel it away or leave it to spoil on their borders. Blood would sully the earth here no matter what they did, repelling prey but attracting predators. Rain could dilute the potent odors emanating from the birthing den. But after this, it might be best to relocate no matter the forecast. That was for another time though. After they take care of the corpses...and take care of their dead.
INDENTHis target dodged his tackle, deftly escaping his grasp. Tatsuya did not stop though, swerving around to bullrush her. This she did not anticipate. The Gamma got a hold of her tail. Not what he wanted but she was dead the moment she was caught. Tearing into her with white-hot anger, she now rested within his stomach. Stringy. Unsatisfying. More importantly, expired.
INDENTGrowing quiet, he took a minute to settle down before approaching Tyrannus and his protective Alpha. He knew that Wicked – or Kanik as his leaders knew him – was no more. Sadness weighed heavy on his heart, blunted by ending adrenaline. Tyrannus first impression was not the brightest to the Gamma. Tatsuya could not say he enjoyed the young man's company as much as he had Arverk's, but he had just as much potential as the missing warrior. A potential sparring partner, a potential leader, a potential friend. He was just a guy looking for a home. Home is what he found. Too late in life it seems.
INDENT“Tyrranus,” he whined, ears pinning. He saw the severity of Wicked's wound. No wonder he perished. Looking between Wicked's throat and Iqniq's bloody paw, he continued to whine morosely. Not panicked, high pitched, or spirited in any way whatsoever. Tears threatened to fall. Such a waste. Such a waste...