Snowforest Taiga nibinaboug jiske

kuva hits the ground with a grunt, lips curling and teeth snapping in irate. eyes wide as the bull reared upward, blocking the sun—back lit and formidable. she's rolling away from the path of where it planned to stomp just as the makwa man barreled into it's side. 

he hits true, he hits hard. but she does not have the time to admire the strength in which he hunts with. where he latches onto the bull's leg, she dives back into the fray. spittle freeing from her jaws before her teeth find their mark on the bull's throat. 

hackles bristled with energy pent, wild growls muffled into the fur of the bull's neck. she bites down hard, squeezing at the animals throat. if makwa man was a proficient hunter, he would make his move now, and she would assess.