Road snacks

Manea watched the pronghorns split apart from one another as Alastor charged forward, fracturing the little herd into pieces as they frantically tried to escape. As soon as Alastor picked a direction and started chasing down some of the run away prey animals, she went the opposite, very quickly catching up with the last few pronghorn of the bunch. Today was all about quantity of kills instead of killing for sport so she ended up unknowingly taking a similar approach to her husband. The first one she caught up with she grabbed by the lower part of its hind leg, yanking it off of its feet and slamming it back down into the ground, stunning it and snapping the leg bone in two. She bounded forward to catch the second one, biting the back of its neck and bringing it to a halt as she bit down and thrashed her head until its neck snapped in her jaws and it fell limp in her grasp. Carrying the second back over to where the first was bleating and struggling to get away with its broken leg, she dropped the lifeless body and caught the other by the throat with her claws, slamming its neck back to the ground with a forceful stomp of her paw and pinning it there briefly before biting down just behind its skull and breaking the vertebrae with a powerful bite. She turned back toward her husband, smirking at the bloody scene around them. It had been fast and brutal, but with seven of the little morsels down there was going to be plenty for them to prepare for their trip.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny