Haunted Wood Oh we can feast!

Watching Santiago take off after the injured goat he put his sore leg down and gave chase. The trail of blood fueled his adrenaline, drool pooling and falling in strings as he flew toward the fleeing goat and swerved to avoid his packmate before flinging himself at the injured creature. His weight slammed into the hooved creature and he felt them both go down, rolling in a mass of panicking bleating goat and snarling wolf. In the struggle he felt hooves thud into his chest, the pain searing through his very being. Rolling to the side he stumbled to his paws and came back at the animal, blood streaming from slices in his chest where the sharp edges of the hoof had pierced his flesh. Jaws parted and latched around the back of the fallen animal's throat holding it down and shaking his head side to side violently as he lost his temper feeling the pain the prey had left in his body. By the time he was done the bleeding Goat lay limp and dazed and he dropped it, breathing raggedly as he left it to Santiago to finish as Vanity appeared bleeding. Taking in her rounded sides he lifted his eyes to hers "Take your catch in and see Serem, you're bleeding" he said, forgetting that he wasn't exactly the one to be dealing out orders yet even if he had called the hunt and taken control in the first place.