Dawnlark Plains XXXVIII

[mature=gore]The hooves of the fleeing beasts beat a decrescendo as they herd was swept away from the lone cow. Lowing and exhausted, she fled no more, standing on splayed legs as she sought to keep each of the circling wolves in sight. They moved in such a way, around her, that kept her eyes scanning and wild, making bluff charges to draw her attention at just the right moment- and when the cow turned its dark amber eyes toward Lilia, Augur struck- and grabbed the great, shaggy beast by her muzzle. 

There, his teeth would sink deep, and while she seemed to sense the coming of the end, she struggled to remain upright now that her neck was outstretched. Lilia saw an opportunity and seized it, flashing forward like a glinting dirk; a small, keen thing that slashed and set free a steaming stream of blood that spouted fiercely at first, before it slowed to a drizzle as the beast slouched. She looked up, to see if Relic or Lycabas had gone to dispatch the calf, now that the cow was down.

Lilia pulled back, her coat glistening with blood that dropped from the tips of her bristly guard hairs. She looked upon the kill proudly- but knew to hang back, and allow the leaders to eat first. A gesture from Augur would welcome her in, eventually, and alongside the others she would feast upon their spoils.