Pounding the gears

Tyranis was on the deer in an instant, his powerful jaws closing on the back of her neck and holding the doe while she kicked and mewled in fear and pain. The doe attempted to flail free but Tyranis held her still, a snarl rippling from his throat.

Soon she expended herself with panic and exhaustion overtook her. She laid still, breathing heavily, the white walls of her eyes rolling in blind panic to see her attackers before they dealt their fatal blows. Tyranis adjusted his grip on the doe, his fangs sinking into the tender flesh of her throat. The doe struggled once to break free, but the cut of oxygen and the weight of exhaustion proved far too much for her. A span of three minutes passed before the deer stilled entirely. Tyranis opened his jaws and the doe’s head hit the earth with a dull “ thump”. The kill had been his and his natural dominance overtook any diplomacy he’d had. Without hesitation he tore into the doe’s belly and began to feat.

He raised his head to lick his chops and finally addressed the stranger. “Not bad.” He mused. “What is your name hunter?”He asked before he continued to feat. He raised his head again after pulling the doe’s organs from her carapace and claiming them resolutely by placing his paw on top of them. “I am Tyranis Praetor, leader of Erövrare. I could use a hunter like you.”