Noctisardor Bypass stone craft

uktark surged in beside her, a dark force cutting through the snow. where dione moved with sharp precision, he moved with crushing purpose—silent, relentless, the shadow to her striking flame.
the elder cow faltered first. he saw the stagger, the slip in her rhythm, and angled hard to her opposite flank. a low growl vibrated in his chest as he swung wide, driving her exactly where dione needed her—into the narrowing pocket between their bodies.
snow exploded beneath his paws as he lunged, teeth clipping the air just behind her hock. not a full bite—just enough to unbalance, to tip her weight wrong.
the cow stumbled.
uktark was already moving, jaws cracking toward her shoulder, forcing her collapse to meet dione’s waiting teeth.
this was the moment he remembered her for: the clean kill that came after the perfect setup. he gave her the space to take it, stepping just wide enough to give her the honor—and the feast.