Qeya River a pack of dogs

her heartbeat roars in her ears, drowning out all else save for the muted thud of the cow's hooves. a kick is aimed at her head, whirring just past her skull. the girl bares her teeth and lunges, maw closing around the meat of the animal's throat. it flees for a time, dragging her along with it, but she does not relent, and the chieftain soon sends it stumbling. her eyes are wide with fear and adrenaline, blackfell's words echoing in her ears like a hymn, but her hold is true.

weakly it slows, front legs twitching as loss of blood takes its toll. the white wolf grips it with her forepaws, blue eyes boring into wide black ones. she can feel its pulse beneath her tongue, its blood splashing against her teeth.

the cow writhes, but ishmira is steadfast. its heartbeat races for a time, slows as the beast stills. she meets its eyes as they glaze over, glassy, and does not relent until its pupils dilate into great black pools. only then does she release her hold, white jaws stained crimson with lifeblood.