Whitefish River "brew glory,"

Ruenna nodded, darting forward to attack once again, and Liri refocused on the buck. The Delta seemed fine for the moment. 

The frightened deer (who had been released by Kavik) charged, swinging its antlers towards her mate and Liri felt her heart jump into her throat. The dark male leapt to the side, powerful jaws snaking forward to rip into the buck's underside and she felt a rush of dizzying relief that he was uninjured. Ruenna jumped, the movement drawing the healer's gaze, her fangs sinking deeply into the buck's jugular. 

With the addition of such gruesome injuries and the weight of Ruenna dragging him down, the tetrapod collapsed with a dying bleat. Liri joined her packmates, tearing into the beast's chest cavity and speeding along its death. There was no reason that the buck should suffer.

In a few moments, the buck had breathed a last, rattling breath and grew still. Liri's bloodied muzzle raised, a triumphant smile beaming towards her mate and friend. 

"That was amazing! The way you dipped under him," she chattered excitedly as her gaze landed on Kavik, "just whoosh, bam!" It was not the most eloquent description but it was genuine. 

"And the way you jumped up and grabbed him like that, it was impressive," the sylph complimented as her mahogany optics shifted to Ruenna.