I'm just like you baby, I'm on the HUNT.
01-21-2017, 08:26 AM
Blood oozed around her teeth, bubbling warm in her mouth as her jaws locked down on the beasts throat and she held on. She could feel the cow thrashing beneath her, growing weaker with each pass until at last its body stilled and the life left it, soon to be followed by the calf it carried. Dagmær cautiously released her grip and slowly worked her jaws. They were stiff and tense and she winced at the cracking. Ow. Ok, in terms of bison she had to say she just preferred running them down, it took longer certainly, and burned more energy but it was a lot less risky. Though the sudden burst of violence had unknotted some of the tension she'd been dealing with and for that she was grateful. Dagmær set about licking the blood off her maw while the others feasted. Her main goal had been the hide. Dragging the meat back to Ivory Ridge without it spoiling was not worth the effort. She would gorge herself on the remaining scraps and then go about collecting her treasures. When Elias nodded his approval she moved in and began the delicate work of separating skin from muscle. Dagmær moved to the opening of the belly fangs swiftly and nimbly snipping through the desired tissues, her paws slipping in along the way to act as a guide and lift the skin while she worked. It was a long and arduous task but she'd had enough practice to skillfully execute her desires efficiently. She snipped off the flesh at the neck and mid legs, not bothering with getting the thinner scraps of skin. With a huff she pulled it off and drug it a little ways away, flipping the bloody portion skyward to dry off a bit before she called for Birna and the pair would drag it back. After a brief rest she'd return to the meat and the bones. -end?- Walk, "Talk" Think |