The Sentinels gather round the campfire

slight PP saying they hit? is that ok?

he watched as the two before him split, one after the other towards the unfortunate doe. tachyon surged into a tired lope, conserving the last of his energy for the final blow. the snow by now was permanently altered by their passing -- footprints and blood mingled and the site was turned a washed pink as the doe fell with two wolves atop her. tachyon slipped in behind her, clamping his jaws around the back of her neck to subdue her and force her downward. soon the three of them would finally taste the fruit of their efforts -- but for now, tachyon was intent on keeping the doe down to eliminate any injury to his comrades.