Wapun Meadow running home, running home

the man followed in her footsteps, her actions. his teeth around the ungulates throat was all that she needed to see to grow confident, and so she released the leg of the creature and instead punctured her fangs into its stomach, holding tightly as its stamped its hooves and made its attempts to buck and rear.

a hoof slammed into her skin, searing and painful. a whine left her lips, though it was quickly replaced by a growl of her own, guttural just as his, savage like the black, raging seas of the northland. like the blizzards and the storms. her paws dug deep into the snow, now, as the deer begun to falter. nanuralaaq moved so that she may grasp the other side of the bucks throat. fur had been somewhat flattened, skin turned pink and red from the mark of the ungulates hoof. it would turn into a nasty bruise, no doubt.

but the snowwoman ignored the pain. her thrashing tail called for an end to this. their strength, together, would be enough to bring the wild creature crashing down.

a hearty meal for the needy.