Hold your Horses

Meadow started the chase and the thunder of hooves reverberated through the basin. The ground beneath the woman's paws shook and she prepared herself for the task to come. From her place behind the shrubs, she could hear the fearful neigh of a horse and the snaps and snarls of the rest of the group as they worked to cut the injured stallion from the herd. Resin cast her gaze across the opening at the woman on the other side and gave a nod. There time was at hand.

Peering through the brush, Resin gauged the timing for their attack. The stallion had been successfully cut and was moving straight towards the chute where the two large wolves lay in wait. Resin nodded twice to Halla and crouched below the brush. The injured stallion hobbled between them a moment later and Resin lunged. Teeth sank into one hind leg, but she instantly let go. An acrid, sour taste filled her mouth. She'd bitten into the puss filled wound on the stallions leg. Resin almost vomited, but managed to hold it together. The stallion had grunted loudly at the action and stumbled away in even more pain than it had previously. Blood and puss erupted from the wound, leaving a stinking trail in its wake.

After collecting herself, Resin was back on the chase. The beast couldn't outrun them. It could barely run at all, and now that the abscess on its hind leg was leaking, it was slowing considerably. She ran towards it, intent on attacking anywhere but that nasty, rotten leg.