Stone Circle The mess is mine

As Steph, Brynn, and Ira climbed onto the bison with him to help hold it down, Greyback watched Valette out of the corner of his eye, her jaws clamping down on the animal's tender throat in an effort to kill it. Grunting, he pushed off the weight off of the creature and circled around to its head where it was calling in a feeble effort for help, blood running down it's face from the eye wound inflicted by Vespera.

'It's useless' the Easthollow wolf thought absentmindedly as he looked down at it with a fearless gaze. The animal was dying, but not fast enough. Parting his lips in a snarl, Greyback bent downwards to snap his jaws forward onto its nose, his giant paws slamming onto its face and pushing his weight onto the its closing its airway, forcing it to suffocate at a faster rate. The skin soon welted under his teeth and gave way to trickles of blood that stained his fur.

When all was done and he could no longer feel the warm breaths and the shuddering movements of the prey, Greyback would join into the victory howl started by Valette, his low, booming voice echoing with the others and sending a shiver of warmth through his chest.