Wapun Meadow The King of the Forest

Concluding!

The frenzy was over. With the creature's throat torn there was only a matter of time before the end came. Njal tasted blood, he savored it as the metallic warmth slid across his tongue and slipped between his teeth; meanwhile, the buck gave a final spasm. It died with its mouth gaping wide, gasping for breath but expelling lifeblood with the effort.

At first Njal just sat there. He did not want to release the prize so soon, relishing in the success - but he did, eventually, and leveled a pleased expression upon Bazi. Blood coated his mouth and chest, painting a red bib that slicked his platinum fur in place. The enjoyment he felt was shared with a pack mate, which made it an insurmountable sensation - Bazi had evolved in her time with the creek wolves, and Njal was proud of her.