Great Bear Wilderness in our town the hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame

Silently they creep forward, parting the long grass in utter anticipation whilst the beast remains unknowing. There is not much time to prepare herself as her hunting partner wastes not a mere moment in lunging forth when the opportunity to strike arrives. Following suit, a ravenous snarl drips from her mouth as she swings around and attempts to cut their prey off from the rest of the herd. A chorus of hooves beating the earth below ensues as the able-bodied elk begin to flee, abandoning what is an unworthy cause to fight for. The old prey cannot keep up with the fast pace of all that is happening and Scylla lunges teeth first at the crook between its belly and foreleg, snaring what she can in her mouth and dragging it downwards. 

Yet, in her moderately successful attempt to do so, does her food stomp backwards upon her paw -- immediately crushing the bones in her outer toe. She can hear the crunching sound directly in her ear and the pain of it swell throughout her body… but she does not let go. If the stranger can finish the job, a feast would await her. Something that took precedence over a momentary slight.