Sequoia Coast i'm not like them, but i can pretend.

quite pleased by dalia's quick step, the flash of her white fangs, velen echoed the girl's growl with a snarl of his own. renewed by their combined efforts and by the tang of blood in the air, the mayfair-cairn circled in again like a shark. using his large bulk, the boy followed his brother's lead and struck into the thick blubber of the animal's neck. 
first crimson, then second; rivulets began to run along the bull's flesh. velen held fast despite the writhing of their quarry, and soon more began to give way beneath his teeth, his paws scratching against the earth as he sought to set his stance and hold the creature in place.