Broken Antler Fen a whistler and her gun

Sorry for the wait, just finished finals!

The tawny female did an impressive move suddenly, leaping upon it fully to take it down. It all happened so quickly as the other smothered it from above. Zsuzsa caught up eventually, rushing in to go straight for the kill at its jugular. With one firm bite, steel jaws closed themselves around the pronghorn’s throat and it was all done. There was a couple of spams to come from the pronghorn as it made its last attempts to struggle free but that would prove worthless under the weight and strength of the other female. Zsuzsa remained clamped at its throat, feeling the warm rush of blood before the prey ceased all movement.
 
Breathing through the corners of her mouth the entire time she had her jaws around its throat, she let go when the pronghorn was still. Licking away the blood at her maw, she took a step back to observe the other female. ”You jumped right on that as if it was nothing.” Zsuzsa commented on the female’s quick hunting ability. ”Are you from around here?” Her nose was quietly taking little sniffs of the air toward her, as she was unfamiliar with that pack scent.