Ocean's Breath Plateau nosebleed? ew.

Giving her room to go in for the final kill, Clock backed up a step but remained focused and poised should their prey somehow escape. When Domi wrenched the head clean from the body, though, well... that seemed pretty final. Clock panted happily and wagged his tail at their success, ignoring the blood draining thickly from the lifeless black body. He laughed in a free, easy manner when she offered him the carcass. "Please, it is all yours. You earned it. That was a clever trick with the bird's eggs." Clock liked this wolf and found himself eager to hunt with her again, so he wagged his tail happily when she mentioned a future hunt. He gave her a conspiratorial look. "Next time, we will find us large enough prey for the both of us." He made the statement boldly, for the bigger the prey the better a hunter you had better be.