Smells Like Victory

*Naiche* · 09-26-2020, 09:59 AM

Naiche pinned his ears back when he saw Natha get thrown. The adrenaline thrill of a fight turned to rage that the monster bird dared to harm a packmate. Deep in his throat a snarl came out despite bird being in his mouth. He let go long enough to latch on to its throat. His teeth found the neck up as high as it could near the head.

Rage brought that extra strength and focus fully on killing. Talon raked the front of a shoulder and was fully ignored but the bird couldn’t fully get its head into a good spot to bite him. Naiche refused to let go and he felt the talen rake at the same spot again, but this time it hardly did more than stroke the fur, the bird was out of strength.

Naiche stepped back blood along muzzle and in mouth as he watched the bird’s head drop to the ground. The monster was dead though a foot did one less kicked as if the body hadn’t figured it out yet. That was the last kick though. The bird wasn’t moving anymore.

Naiche looked to Natha only now remembering she had come back into the fight. “are you ok?” The golden wolf was still too much in his adrenaline high to feel his own cuts any more than to realize it was there. Natha on the other hand was thrown off, that was a farther concern.

Speech:"Live to fight" Think

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