get 'em

It only took a few moments for the two puppies to wear the fox down enough that it ran. The taste of its blood still slippery on her teeth, Morgawr gave chase, right on Levi's tail. She could open her mouth and barely reach forward to grab onto it. She almost did, just as a whim. Would the bones in a wolf tail crack in her jaws? She held herself back from trying. She could crack the bones of this fox if she caught it.

But they didn't have to catch it with their own strength; they met it collapsed and kicking on the ground. Morgawr was about to ask Levi what he wanted to do with it when he decided to defer to her. She stared for a silent second. Her thoughts of bloodlust melted away once their prey predator wasn't running or fighting. Why was it so sick? She felt suddenly disgusted by the prospect of tasting any more of the fox's blood. "I think we should just... Watch it? She wanted to see what happened. If the fox could get sick like this, could a wolf, too? She didn't want to be down on the ground like that. And if she did, she wanted to know how the sickness progressed. That was smart, right?

The fox kept kicking.

WC: 221
Total: 1670