Swiftcurrent Creek Clairvoyence

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From the corner of his eye, the red-caped crusader of this hunt, swept down like some small, vicious peregrine, and latched firmly onto the life-giving spot just above Haunter's own jaws. He felt no irritation from being able to make the kill himself, as Tuwawi's jaws were just as capable as his own, and he felt the same amount of pride and hunter's joy as she did when fresh blood trickled down over his clenched muzzle and face. The two wolves held on—with Haunter slowly easing himself from between the doe's weakening forelimbs—as she died, giving her life, as well as her unborn child's, to the wolves and their pack.

He released the ungulate's punctured chest a moment before his partner freed her throat, and he stood back with a hungry tongue swiping his jaws repeatedly as the small female admired their handy work. Quite a team the couple had made, and Haunter was glad for their success where he had failed many times on his own. This was what it meant being in a pack; because when you excelled you did not excel on your own and did not have to share the joy with only yourself. Likewise, if they had failed, Haunter wasn't sure where he would've put the blame, but this thought wasn't presently in existence because they had indeed succeeded.

As she was his superior, she had immediate dibs on the kill. He wasn't presently starving, so made no objections to the matter. He sat down on his own haunches as Tuwawi began to dig into the lifeless doe's meaty haunch—his yellow eyes continuously eyed the belly, as he would enjoy ripping apart some of the underdeveloped fawn himself—and he waited patiently until it was his turn.

The two would have their fill and then divide the rest for their pack and leave whatever was left to the wandering scavengers of the earth.