Chimera Fields All the fear and the fire

Teeth snapped the air in eager threats at the doe when it dared to attempt overpowering her, mistaking the smaller wolf for the lesser evil. Arnarkla still tasted its blood on her tongue, stoking the fire growing within her rib cage. 

A frenzy swept over her hunting partner. On the ungulate's opposite side, she sensed it more than she witnessed it. It seemed to flood the fields, spreading from Cole like a shadow and seeping into her like a noxious fume that lit up the haunting eyes. 

He ravaged the prey's neck and its pace was stunted. The fight was leaving it but the huntress had paused. A second was spent watching the brute at work before she joined in the fray. Jaws snapped and teeth tore at its flank, making more wounds so its life would drain faster. 

By the hunt's conclusion, Arnarkla had taken a step back. Her mandible went slack and her tongue flopped out to pant quickly, regaining her breath from the exertion. A string of saliva fell, ruddy from the crimson in her mouth. Her tongue lapped at her jowls as she collected herself, gave her pelt a shake.