Bearclaw Valley tamerlane

Aventus sharpened his focus on the thunder-hooved beast, and became blind to all other hunt participants. Jostling bodies with red blood running in their veins just the same as his, the song of the hunt in their heads, that was all they were. He found his place among them, back alongside the bull's hind leg.

The elk strained to run faster, and Bruin-jaw's strides never faltered. When Astara was flung aside and Solaria dipped in to grasp the foreleg, Aventus swung in and sunk his teeth into the meaty haunch. The force of it wrenching its leg away took him off his feet; he tumbled unprepared into the powder and floundered for a moment, but was pleased with the taste of blood in his mouth.

When he regained his paws, he resumed a gallop, seeking to close in and take another chunk. If the bull would not be felled, then it would be bled out.