Bearclaw Valley tamerlane

third round! I rolled a successful bite from Avicus. feel free to roll or RP freely; the bull should be coming down any time now!

they are besting the bull. he fights, but it is in vain. her heart jumps and then stops for a moment as she sees her mother bowled over, but she cannot—they cannot—stop now. she chances a fleeting glance behind and lets out her breath as Astara rises, moving after them, albeit a little stiffly.

and then Vesta draws blood, then Aventus. . . crimson spatters on snow in the mighty elk's wake, but he continues to gallop on. he is not yet wounded enough to quit.

they will see to that soon enough.

she flattens out, wind whistling over her as she accelerates to near-full speed. she draws even with the bull, twists her head and grasps at its foreleg, at the fleshy part between limb and ribs. she hooks on and can only run for a few strides, hindered so, before her teeth wrench and rip muscle and fat in a spray of blood that half-blinds her.

gasping, Avicus loses a little momentum, spitting loose the chunk of elk to prevent herself from choking, and moves up and inward again for another bite.