Bison BBQ Night [Pack Hunt!]

With the hits from the other three, the bull was dragged to a stop, though it tried its hardest to keep running. Feeling it weakening, Cairo released his hold and dropped, lunging back in immediately to slash the sharpened tips of the bear claws on his bracers across the backs of the bull’s nearest foreleg, just above the knee, severing a tendon.

The bull shifted its weight to its other front leg, but with the mounting injuries, the bison’s balance was severely compromised, and Cairo sought to lung forward and latch his jaws on the bull’s shaggy neck, hauling toward himself and pulling the bison onto the injured leg, which buckled, bringing the bull to one knee.

Cairo used the opening and released the hold on the neck again, slamming his jaws shut on the bull’s throat. His teeth were nothing compared to Ardyn’s but the bear claws he jammed into the fresh wound and sliced down with were perfect for the job of making a kill.

Blood sprayed his muzzle, some surging up one of his nostrils, which was rather unpleasant, as the bear claws ripped open the jugular and, satisfied the killing blow was dealt, Cairo released his grip again and clamped his jaws shut on the lower shoulder, holding the bull steady while the wound bled out.

Finally, the bison toppled, and he heard a yip from Ardyn as the yearling jumped free of being crushed, and the bull paddled, slowing growing still until he finally breathed a last wet breath.

The Sentinel stepped back, huffing out a breath before giving the other three a tongue-lolling grin of approval. “Good hunt, guys. Domari, it’s great to have you back in the hunting force.” He nudged the older man with his shoulder and regarded the huge mound of dead bison before them.

“Who’s ready to do some skinning and butchering?”

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