Moonspear the wild hunt

In what felt like mere seconds, the trio of wolves was upon the elk, teeth scoring against any part of the animal they could reach. Charon immediately sprang for its throat and Wildfire was right behind him, teeth shearing at the animal's heaving breast, near where it connected with the elk's meaty shoulder. Nearly the instant she grabbed hold, she buried her fangs as deeply as she could, then hastily released and fell back before she could get trampled or otherwise kicked.

It seemed the Alpha male had let go simultaneously. They momentarily fell back, though Wildfire quickly dug her heels into the loam and pushed forward again. The elk appeared to be weakening, its legs buckling and blood veritably pouring from its wounded anterior as it began to go down. She glanced around, wondering if Floki might get in there and finish the job.