Hideaway Strath That's All Right, I Love The Way It Hurts

At last, their choice Elk falls to the ground. Her cries and flails faded out as Nyra, Derg, Hemlocke and Kynareth set upon her further.
Once it was on the ground, Nyra only let go of the foreleg once it stopped moving.

On the bright side, the doe elk's death was not a terribly slow one. 
Nonetheless, it was dead. 

Feeling the spirit of their victory now, Nyra lifted her head and let out a loud, beautiful song of a howl to celebrate. 
Silently she hoped the others would join in, and once the celebratory song died out with or without her packmates, Nyra smiled proudly at them, tail waving happily as she spoke.

"Good work, everyone." The Shieldmaiden praised.