Redhawk Caldera Another Cookie for the Jar

"Try to tear open its neck!"

Anger made Tempest clench down on the does neck even harder. She growled as hot blood trickled down her throat, awakening her bloodlust. She shook the deer's neck, and was aware that it's kicks became feeble, until finally they stopped altogether.

Triumphantly, she stepped back from the doe. It gave a few raspy breaths before it's eyes closed and it died. The rush of adreline faded, and Tempest felt the bruises on her side. "Ouch" she muttered half heartedly, eyes still on the doe. Satisfied it was 100% dead, and not deadish, she turned to Somnia. "We did it!" she cried, grinning. She had never taken down a full sized deer, one wolf was not enough to do it.