Rush of Evening

*Wyndelin* · 09-27-2020, 01:43 PM

Wyndelin eyed the elk as he ran and soon enough the bull was separated out from the rest of the herd. He whirled back, following the yearling as one by one the wolves attacked the bull. He circled around and as the yearling slammed the elks neck into the ground he darted forward, head low. His fangs wrapped around the elks throat. It bleated and struggled to rise but with three other wolves on it as well as an injured leg it just couldn't manage. Wyndelin held on until the last of its life was spent. Once it was gone he let go and grinned at the others. "Good work everyone." That was as smooth a hunt as he could hope and they had plenty of meat to feed all the wolves that were present.

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