Dawnlark Plains XXXVIII

we'll say final round! no posting order <3

the cow was tiring.

the pursuit had sapped what little strength was left to her. the scent of birth still clung to her flanks.

augur reared and grabbed for the massive snout.

his teeth scored, slipped. held.

with all his might he sought to force her down, seeing that she slowed and cried a muffled sound.

blood now; biting deeper; holding the animal's head so that her throat was exposed for another redtail wolf.

and when it was over, augur paced and howled, and called back those who had run.

first meat, to wealda, to himself, and then he signalled all of the others, and the seaside wolves to eat alongside them.

allies, even if hierarchy was kept.