Redtail Rise Around in the shade,

They move and the herd takes off, the clammering of hooves on the ground cut through only by the yell of the weakest of the batch now caught in the jaws of her companion.

Her observation lasts for only a moment, watching how it thrashes and yet he stays strong. The prey further slowed in his grasps, Dione bounds forward, aiming for the neck and latching a trained jaw to the lower half of it. Blood hits white fur as her teeth cut through, fangs tightening and front paws getting their hold on the ungulate.

It bucks and shakes, hooves grazing and punching pelts, but she is all too sure that it will not be able to hold for much longer. That weak leg is doomed to give out, forcing the creature to the ground where they will further rip into it's flesh.