Redtail Rise High Risk, High Reward

She kept pressure on the animal to keep its focus forward, as Ancelin grappled one of the beast's hind limbs. She saw the elk's head lift as it bugled in agony; blood fell between its hind feet, and she caught sight of the blood spattered ulfr loping along to herd the youth back, a bloody prize dangling from their jaws. She felt a flare of anger surge again; maiming the beast's sensitive area wouldn't kill it, she thought-  it would only make it angrier, leaving those who faced the slash and jab of its tines to fend for themselves. She thought the move was both perverted and selfish- a hunt was no place for an adrenaline junkie to show off to their peers.

She dodged two tines of its crown and felt the deadly, scooped whale tine whoosh through the fur near her flank as she skittered sideways. She eyed a whorl in the fur on the animal's forehead, and chose to strike then while the bull's head was low and to the side, putting her in the eye of the hurricane. Framed by antlers, she made a grab for the bridge of the elk's muzzle just above its nostrils, and sank her haunches down so she could use her weight to stabilize its head, even if only for a moment. She had faith in the ulfhedinn's skill and strength.