Road snacks

The herd began to flee towards her, and without missing a beat, Alastor watched with demented glee as his vividly-furred wife emerged from the brush to swiftly end the lives of two of the pronghorn. He laughed and shot off after the herd, sandwiching the prey animals between the two wolves so they had to diverge and split off, separating the herd into two. Alastor ran after one segment, murderous intent in his eyes. The pronghorn were quick, but not quick enough to evade the seasoned hunter. He was quick to catch up to them, and knowing the name of the game was as many kills as possible, he implemented a brutal, unconventional tactic. Instead of going to take the pronghorn down or kill them, he instead latched his jaws into a hind leg and thrashed, tearing the pronghorn's thigh muscles to shreds and forcing it to crumple to the ground before running after the next one, crippling them one after another.

By the time he turned back, he had maimed three more prey animals, the trio struggling to put weight on their injured hind legs. They would take a minute to rise, shaking as they did so, then bounce a pace away only to collapse and repeat the process again. Grinning with crimson-stained teeth, the dark wolf rounded on each one individually, listening to their frightened bleats and cries as they tried to escape. The first one died easily, putting up to resistance as Alastor pressed a paw to its back to hold it down, then latched strong jaws around its neck to hold it steady and twisted its head until it had turned all the way around 180 with a sickening crack of vertebrae. The second one put up more of a fight, kicking a hoof out at the advancing wolf. It did nothing to stop Alastor, who simply caught the leg in his teeth and snapped the tibia like a twig. The screaming pronghorn died a moment later when Alastor used a paw and claws to forcibly pull its windpipe from its throat. The last one died when the wolf snapped his jaws around its neck, letting it bleed out feebly in his grasp while he virtually drank its blood, shuddering with primal ecstasy at the taste of that sanguine wine spilling across his palate, groaning under his breath while he took its life so deliciously slowly.


"Alastor"