don't bother with the trace,

Lecter, too, lunged for the sow and ripped her, her angered snarls turning to squeals of pain as the powerful jaws of the lupine pair made quick work of her. Favoring the leg she had injured, Lecter whirled to pounce among the wailing cubs, scattering them for the benefit of his packmate as their mother's blood slowly seeped to stain the dusty earth.

While Kaname presumably slew those who blundered toward him, the shaman aided with swift slashes of his jaws, and rose, dripping, with two small bodies puddled at his paws. Icewater eyes danced sideways and he laughed roughly for the sheer rush of it all, eventually settling his haunches to lick blood from his jaws and watch Kaname's work.