Waiter, I'll Take The Veal

As the cow drifted toward her Mæva snapped her jaws, sending it back between her and Bast. Suddenly, Sirius rose up from the snow tripping the cow who hit the ground heavily. The cow tried to stand but in that moment the bear was on her. Mæva kept up the pace, slowing only for a moment as the cow twisted and flailed. It's head went back and Mæva dove right for the creature's throat. Her jaws locked solidly over the cow's throat, just below the jawline. She pressed in close, working her jaws deep into the flesh. She squeezed as hard as she could, flinching as the cow kicked at her with one of its front legs. Ultimately, though, she was in so close that the cow could not get enough force behind the kick to dislodge her and as long as the bear kept the cow on its side there was little the prey could do.

Mæva held fast until at last the cow breathed its last. She let got and took a bit gulp of air. She sat down panting, looking over to Sirius with a smile.