Racing Blood [Sirius]

His companion of the moment would be quick to go to the other side, and for having never met each other before this day, they managed to work well enough as a team. The both of them set to a dead run, and the heavy bodies of the two wolves thundered against the ground. The startled herd began to scatter, and moved across the prairie.

Domari’s plan seemed to be working, so the Warlord kept at it, as the healthier animals slowly pushed out, leaving the doe in their wake. They hit the waters edge, and their target panicked, racing towards the Warlord.

He lunged at her, throwing her down in the dirt with the weight of his body, as Bast closed in beside him for assistance. He got a kick to the stomach that left him winded, even as his elongated fangs grazed its flesh. His second strike got it around the neck, and its panicked frenzy increased as it tried to buck him free. Bast threw her weight across it as his teeth pierced its throat, and spilled her blood across the grass. He pulled himself back to his feet, panting and grinning as he looked to Domari. “Alright, want to show me how you skin her?” he asked, curiosity in his tone.