Dragoncrest Cliffs There's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home

Hope you don't mind me fading here, trying to clean up my threads!

Chacal surprised Sobo further, changing up her strategy to repeated, rhythmic jerks of her neck. Each comes on the tail end of the first, rendering it impossible for him to dig his heels into the wet ground and recover. He slid forward with each tug.

It occurred to him, when he was moments from losing his balance, that if he leaned far into one of her tugs, it would compromise hers enough to give him a brief advantage. Before he could put this plan into motion, he felt something pop in the carcass moments before the sound of flesh tearing, and then it was he who reeled backward with half of the mangled bird in his jaws.

Sobo was stunned for a second, then chuckled heartily and jumped to his paws. He slapped the ground audibly and waved his red tail high in the air, giving Chacal a challenging side eye moments before he turned and bolted, leading her on a merry chase across the territory to recover the stolen half.