Bearclaw Valley tamerlane

fourth round! may be my last but we'll see if anything of note happens here. PPing the elk falling for expedience's sake

it is all but over. the Ursus wolves are too many and too fierce. the bull carries on boldly, bravely, but to no avail. his legs are failing and he is losing blood at an increasing rate.

they reach a bit of ground that, beneath the snow, is dotted with small divots and he stumbles once, picks himself up; stumbles twice, and goes down. a mighty timber, felled by the axmen. his collision with the earth is hard and heavy and is accompanied by a loud thud, a thunderous groan and a spray of snow and dirt.

without hesitation, Avicus moves in and begins to devour him before he's expired, tearing wildly at the elk's belly, looking for the prize innards. she has broken wolf code in her fervency by eating first and she may pay for it; by rights, her parents and brother have first dibs.

but is she not the princess of Ursus? had she not summoned them here today upon hearing the bull's pained bugle?

she deserves this. she thinks nothing of hierarchy as she shoves her muzzle deep into crimson, into steaming abandon, into bliss.