Before The Sun Rises

The bird introduced himself, earning a curt nod from Corvus. He was glad to follow his lead, trailing behind Brandr as quickly as he could as he as well as the bird led them toward the mountain that allegedly harbored these goats he'd spoken of. The mountain wasn't impossible to conquer, but by the time they reached their prey - just partly up a slope - he found himself panting audibly. Twig's proximity to him didn't go unnoticed, but then again he didn't dwell on it long. It didn't seem impossible that the morning had left her feeling spooked, and that staying close to her packmates might comfort her; it certainly did him, even if he wasn't fully aware of it at the moment.

Before long, once they'd caught up to their prey, Brandr began to dish out instructions. The old one was their target. He squinted, searching the group for their target, confirming it with a simple nod. Twig and Brandr would get them moving, and they'd go in for their kill, the two of them at the back of the goat while he secured the killing blow. Simply enough. The goat looked old and tired enough that they wouldn't have to waste much energy running it down or tiring it out - it was already there.

He felt the adrenaline begin to course through him as he lunged forward with the other two. It didn't take long for their target to fall behind, trying to scramble away from them. Twig lunging for the beast's hing leg was enough of a signal for him to make the killing blow, rearing back as he charged for it, jaws parting as he secured a hold on its neck. The old thing didn't give up much of a fight as Corvus put more pressure down on its neck, feeling warm blood seeping onto his tongue. The beast went slack before long, and Corvus gave his head another hard shake before releasing his grip, deciding they were victorious in their hunt.