Whitefish River we just keep swimming, swimming, swimming upstream

Moving quickly on inky paws, Kavik watched Ruenna lunge for the shoulder of the buck's injured leg. He came up to the pair just as they fell to the ground, and the alpha jumped into the pile, jaws aiming for the creature's neck so he could end this swiftly and kindly. As he landed on the deer, his teeth found the tender skin over the the major vessel in the buck's neck, and he tore into to the area causing blood to start falling down the deer's neck and pooling on the ground. He held on tight, trying to glance at the silver beta from the corner of his eye to make sure she was okay. He couldn't really tell, though, so he did the next best thing and sank his teeth deeper into the deer's vessel; it had the desired affect, because within minutes, their prey took its last breath and fell limp. 

He released his mouthful and stepped back, panting and searching for Ruenna to make sure she was okay.