A hunt a day keeps the competition at bay

Mæva held on tight, thrashing so that her jaws would do more damage and weaken the animal further. She also worked her arms around the base of the deers neck, doing her best to keep them in close quarters where it's front legs wouldn't be able to do as much damage. She couldn't see what Mortis was doing but when the deer started to bleat loudly and flail she knew he was there and in a moment his fangs seized hold of the doe's neck.

It didn't take long for the doe to collapse in the mud. Mæva quickly scrambled out from under it. Shaking out her coat she turned to Mortis with a grin. "That was wicked! Your teeth are really cool." She glanced at the doe. "How do you want to split this? I'd be happy with the hind legs to take back to my family."