Fancy meeting you here

Manea didn't leave him waiting long, a small nod was all the prodding he needed. Bunching the powerful muscles of his haunches, he exploded into motion. Lunging forward, forepaws outstretched, the giant struck the reindeer like a battering ram. His bulk colliding with her right thigh buckled the cow's hind end almost instantly, he felt the snap of thick bone beneath his paws as she crumpled beneath his initial assault. The cow cried out hoarsely, warning the herd of the imminent danger. The remaining reindeer fled, cloven hooves thudding against the frost-hardened terra as they galloped off. It didn't matter, they had their prey. Sinking his fangs into the meat of her thigh, he busied himself with tearing away chunks of muscle from wherever he could reach. Maiming the cow was an easy way to keep her from getting far if she did manage to get away from them. He felt the shudder of Manea's attack through the bones of the caribou, heard its panic echo from the stones all around in the form of sharp, harried lowing. His cousin's weight and strength was enough to drag the cow down to the ground, sealing her fate. The sharp tang of blood filled the air, and he could feel each kick of the struggling ungulate grow weaker.

Alastor rushed in with heavy paws, unheeded by stealth now that the hunt was half done. The ruddy form of the small child gripping his shoulders was a blur in the corner of Poe's vision as he fought to subdue the reindeer. He kept her haunches pinned beneath his weight with both forepaws, but had to be careful to keep out of range of her sharp hooves. Ebony jaws closed around the caribou's throat, and the massive male held fast while the cow slowly suffocated. He was smart, standing on the animal's neck to minimize the risk of his son being hurt by a sudden jerk of the dying ungulate. High pitched puppy growls cut through the cacophony of desperate hooves cloying at the dirt and wet squelching as flesh was torn free under tooth and claw. Saracyn was taking part in his first hunt, and he seemed to be having a great deal of fun! Small coughs gave way to delighted peals of laughter, and as the cow's struggles ceased, Poe released the grip he'd taken up on the back of the reindeer's thigh. A broad grin decorated his blood soaked muzzle, and he padded over to where the eager youngster was tearing at the dead animal's neck. "That was so much fun! Can we go kill another one?" the boy cried excitedly, wriggling with glee.

The horned brute glanced to the boy's parents with a wry grin, shaking out his pelt. "How about we eat what we've caught, and see how you're feeling then?" After all this excitement, a full belly would almost certainly render the little one comatose until morning. That would give the adults time to relax and catch up while the moon rose. He looked to his cousins, waiting for them to take their first bites. He was merely a visitor, and they had done the majority of the work. He would eat once they had started.

ooc. sorry for the wait, my life is a mess lmao

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