Sheepeater Cliff the earth spins, the world gets more crazy

After grabbing @Nyra, Kyn leads her wordlessly back to where he’d smelt the woman’s scent. He doesn’t tell her who it is, only tells her to follow — it’s a surprise after all. When they get there, Kyn is the first to spot the midnight pelted wolf. He stills, looks to Nyra and doesn’t say one word. Only pulls her close by a pair of jaws on the side of her neck. His teeth are soft as he pulls her into view and his maw hovers next to her ear.

“Merrick’s blackbird. Alone. Ripe for the taking.” He purrs deeply — maliciously. 

He feels excitement for the hunt sink deep into his bones and with that he skulking forward with his head level with his shoulders. Only a few seconds later he’s moving into a full sprint, powerful limbs move him forward with surprising quickness until he reaches the Ursus wolf. He wouldn’t blindside her, he’s sure she’d hear him approaching, but he is the first to steal a bite. 

He hits her with the force of a thousand suns, massive body skidding into her own as his teeth find their way into the back of her neck. He crunches down, feels her blood bloom into his tongue and drip from his maw.

He plants his feet and his muscles flex beneath a chocolate pelt as he readies himself to shake. And shake he does. She’s too heavy to rag doll in his grip and she’s definitely skilled in battle, he’s prepared to gain some battle scars. He knows that he and Nyra together can take her down easily. She might as well be done for and he won’t give up untie her head is lopped off her shoulders.