Swiftcurrent Creek Clairvoyence

I love writing hunting threads c: I want another thread with Haunter after this one finishes!

Adrenaline flowed through Tuwawi's veins unabated as she gave chase. Sinew stretched while tendons absorbed the shock of her footfalls, a creature designed to hunt and kill — fined tuned by three years on this earth and sculpted by its hardships. Hunting in this way was something of a specialty for the Kindred raised wolf, who had acted one of the packs quartermasters during its reign. The training had been hard, but it left the robust woman with a particularly useful trade, as her figure revealed itself well suited for such a skill. Now, her inky lips curled, fangs asunder, as she tore after their quarry with deadly intent. The dear cried out as it struggled to speed away, only for its exit to be cut off by the red wolf's partner.

Haunter, who had been hidden in the shadows, was nothing but a wisp of smoke as he swiftly intercepted the doe, well carved muscles flexing while the obsidian hunter grappled for a hold. The man's strength allowed him to find purchase easily, sinking his enamel into the deer's supple cervical in a tactical move. His vibrant eyes were wild with hunger for success, but remained sharp and intuitive as he held fast, felling the creature with a single pounce and sending them both to the floor. The frail legs of the mother doe flailed fruitlessly, her rectangular pupils wide with fear as she looked into the jaws of death.

Like a blaze of wildfire, Tuwawi skidded to slow her juggernaut approach, nearly flipping over the doe in a somewhat overzealous stunt. Yet, she recovered easily and immediately clamped her slim muzzle upon the doe's trachea, teeth rending muscle and flesh apart as the jugular oozed vibrant, well-nourished blood onto her palate. The beast continued to struggle as its life slowly ebbed away, assisted by the shock it endured, and soon it left her mortal shell completely. However, it was still warm beneath her assailants, her underdeveloped child surely still alive as well.

Their pursuit had been quick, calculated, and successful — everything a hunt should always be, and it spurred the Swiftcurrent woman's chest to swell as she savored the sweet taste of victory. Haunter had proven himself to be more than an able warrior, and even though they had only just met, the specter had already earned himself a favorable place of respect in Tuwawi's mind. Heavy huffs of breaths made her nostrils flare as she remained attached for a few lingering moments following the doe's death, releasing her grip when satisfied.

Tuwawi took a step back to admire their work, blood stained tongue rolling over her chops in a contented way. Her almond eyes looked to the sooty ghost to share an expression of gratification, a subtle tip of her head acknowledging his fine work. There would be plenty of food to share between them, and enough leftover if other members of Swiftcurrent joined in. The huntress reclined for only a few minutes before rounding their supper to greedily pluck away at the haunch's fur with little chomps of her front teeth.