Firefly Glen Scattered Arif

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While Bronco had a shot at the throat, Toad continued to pull at the animal's ankle, rendering it almost unusable after several nasty bites. Her shoulder was starting to hurt, and she lost speed from it. Thankfully by that point, the animal was pulled to the side by her partner. It fell with a light crash, its herd long gone. One of the bucks had stayed behind to observe, keep a very healthy distance from the wolves at large.

Bronco pushed his teeth into its windpipe while Toad took the opportunity to bite fiercely at its exposed flank and underbelly. She bit hard and tight, pulling at the animal ferociously. She was quickly transformed from a kind and gentle woman to a creature designed for killing.

While he suffocated, she grabbed the hindquarter of the animal, holding its leg at the base while it kicked aimlessly. It took longer than it should have for the creature to die. It choked. Gurgled on its own blood. Her own mouth was drenched in it, and the metallic taste gave her a shot of adrenaline, putting pressure on the leg, pulling, biting, ripping.

When the quarry was still, she released, licking her mouth, delighting in the flavour. Excellent job, Bronco, she said, quite pleased. She hadn't expected to actually catch anything. She thought that running the herd would at best expose something about the nature of the social ties between the deer. Such knowledge might have given them a leg up on the neck pack hunt, but this was much better. Anyone in the area who might be hungry could partake. The prize probably wouldn't last longer than a day given its small size, but she and Bronco would not be able to eat it alone.

Swallowing the blood, grinning, she raised her head, howling for her pack, announcing a fresh, morning meal. She looked to Bronco after, beaming.