Jade Fern Grove She-Zeus

Her partner grabbed first, and Dione followed with a lunge to the elk's shoulder. Her full weight was put into the attack, large front paws gripping flesh while teeth tore into muscle. Ocean eyes burned with something unable to be named, muscles tense with the effort afforded.

The cow was no longer running under the weight of them, but the struggle was clear. Joints shook, hooves kicked in vain. She was not ready to give up yet.

Dione held out, her mind already on the aftermath of the hunt. How the meat would be distributed, what she would use the pelt for, where she would display the bones and who she could gift the remainders to. For only a moment of torn focus she looked to her partner. Dione was a lot of things, but never a thief; this time she would need to consider what was to be shared as well.