The Wall Toome

Ayovi snarls, sweeping at her cheek with the backside of a wrist before darting off again. Even if she abhorred the very idea, there was something she wanted to prove to the Wide Tooth– but she could not name it so decisively. Strength? Power?
Maybe merit; that her kind deserved to live. That their offer was something good for the world.
She tussles with the sludge of snow and earth churned up by migrating herds. These passages are narrow and backed on either side by steep cliffs which slows her step. But eventually her pace supersedes the doe whose throat now pulses in the clutches of Wide Fang. He wrestles to ground her and Ayovi unfurls her own jaws, hurdling atop the back in swift aid. She’s bucked and kicked but her teeth find their mark at the nape of deer’s neck, piercing blue eyes focusing upon the impossible deep green, like vibrant forests.
Her maw begins its savage whip, tearing to and fro until the animal is all but slack beneath the pull of their fangs.