Dawnlark Plains Hinterlands

PPing Flora out.

The wolfdog was inherently superb at her task. She was fast and fierce, and the three of them were wildly successful in trapping the elder deer. The two males were well placed, and ascended like living gargoyles much to the despair of their prey. She put forth a valiant effort for her age, but was no match for the whipspeed of the dog and the stalwart blockade of earth and rock on either side of her, and each with a set of snarling teeth. As she tossed her neck to defend herself against the soot brute clinging to her side, Warbone went in for the killing blow— stealing her breath away with his jaws.

As the doe died, an overzealous Flora dove in for the belly, still wild with unspent energy from the efficient bout and not yet out of a loner mentality. She had herself a nice mouthful before the alpha descended on her with the rage of a solar flare. She darted away— a hyena from a lion— and he roared after her, sending the hybrid skittering back to the Willows where she would consider the lesson learned here.

Warbone turned, his violence roused now, and he plunged into the area she had broken; the way he gorged himself on the kill would be slightly dissuading to the other male from joining until the angered wolf had had his fill. (Feel free to PP him eventually moving away from the kill, if Sitiyok does wait.)