Swiftcurrent Creek They're smirking at fresh blood

Makes sense! ;)
Last post from me here unless someone specifically pokes Talos.

Talos rolled her eyes back and to the side, watching the antlers flashing toward her once again as her clenched teeth grimaced but still stupidly, stubbornly refused to relinquish their hold. Kavik intervened just in time once again, however; only the longest tine reached her, and it left only a shallow score beneath her eye and across her muzzle before the alpha male’s much greater weight yanked the buck’s head aside for good. The deer bellowed and bucked, leaving Talos’s head swimming as she held tight to her bulldog grasp on the flailing forelimb. Its thrashings grew weaker and weaker, but when it finally stilled along with the rest of their prey it took Talos another long moment to realize it was dead. The world still seemed to be spinning at strange angles around her, making it pretty hard to be certain what was actually moving and not.

Distantly she heard Kavik’s voice asking if she was okay. It took another few seconds for her to unclamp the vise of her aching jaws in order to muzzily reply, ...Uh huh. Then she stagger-limped several paces away and unceremoniously puked into the nearest convenient stand of bushes. The very picture of the graceful and noble wild wolf posing in grandiose success after its hunt, right?

Paradoxically she did feel somewhat better once the bile had exited her throat, as she sat there working her jaws and licking her lips while making some exaggerated faces. Her eyes were focusing better, and while her tummy was still very empty at least it wasn’t roiling along with the rest of the world now. All the same, she thought it might be a good idea to wait a few minutes before eating, even if others who outranked her wouldn’t have taken precedence anyhow. She half-slumped to the ground to rest for a moment with a dramatic comment of, Ulllgg.