Dinner Bell

Mæva watched as Lúta darted forward and snagged the calf's hind leg. She moved in swiftly seeking to grab the other hind leg. She latched on the calf's other hind leg, just above the knee. The combined weight of both the wolves brought the calf to a stand still. It bleated but its mother was already being whisked away in the herd. Mæva held on for all she was worth, knowing that at any moment Lúta was going to let go to move for the calf's throat. When she did Mæva would have to hold on for all she was worth until the calf was slain. The calf bucked but Mæva held firm. She was finally learning where to bite to be both effective and to keep herself out of kicking range.