Jade Fern Grove She-Zeus

The call echoed throughout the lands, rattling through her bones. It ignited a fire within her veins-- one she suspected she would never fully grow used to. The burn of the hunt. The dame shot from the trees in pursuit, her ears flat upon her head: a shadow solidifying into a blade. A cow-- thin and fatigued-- lagged from the herd's numbers. 
The one the stranger woman had signaled.
Siofra descended upon it, eyes squinting against the thunder of hooves. Here, time seemed to blur into nothingness. A flash of movement, gone before it could be processed. However, against the chill of upturned snow came an undeniable warmth: the heat of ivory fangs sinking into flesh.
A leg.
the cow staggered, but she did not yield, and its solemn fate grew increasingly evident.