Duskfire Glacier Just a little rush, babe.

In moments the balance of the world shifts.

This giant beast is falling, falling, falling right where Tapeesa stands. 

Her jaws rip free of the flesh, too panicked to properly pull them from the wounds, and the northerner rolls sharply to the right - away from the elk. Panting, she rises, limbs trembling with exertion. 

The ungulate does not rise again. 

With a primordial, instinctive yip she began to howl brokenly - the call lacking the authority of a leader - announcing their victory. A grin breaks across her feautures; exhilerated cannot begin to describe how she feels.