GOD MORGEN! - PACK HUNT!

Inga continued to bite furiously at the doe's hindquarters, always to damage but never for a grip. The elder narrowly avoided another thrashing kick as the doe started to heave herself onto the land. Laufey quickly joined Inga and the others would move to their positions as well. Like clockwork they moved in on the prey, precise and fine-tuned and Inga could feel the taste of victory in the blood on her tongue but she knew not to let up. The instant the wolves began to let up their assault would be the moment the doe would escape. Kapra would move in for the kill, his jaws latching around the does throat and shaking furiously, sending bits of flesh, fur and blood splattering onto the lightly frosted ground.

The doe would collapse and with its dying breath the hunt would come to an end. Inga swam to the shore, climbing onto the bank and shaking out her coat as she moved forward to inspect the kill. Grinning she gave a nod of approval. "Well done! Let us finish hauling her out of the water an then it is time to feast." When they finished dragging the doe to the bank it was time to eat and Inga relished at the good meal before the full brutality of winter fell upon them.

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