Swiftcurrent Creek Huntsman

uhh.. v quick post, my bad

A barricade—the man continued to ensure his position as Arric and Arlette gave chase—herding the beast to the waiting jaws of the rest of the pack.

As they gained ground on their target, Akavir’s shadowed form was quick to slide forward—his own teeth beginning to sunder flesh when given chance, and then darting away, continuing to blockade the elk to his other pack mates should it stray too far from their reach.