Putting On A Show

In a burst of movement, Relm joined him in the chase, racing alongside the elk just ahead of him. Their positioning afforded him a rather lovely view of Relm’s shapely rear, finding himself caught between keeping his eyes on their fleeing prey and watching the way her ass moved with every bounding step. In spite of her larger size, Relm had developed an athletic womanly figure, with sleek muscles rippling beneath that he could glimpse every so often as her cloak shifted as she moved. It was stirring other sorts of hungers within the dark-furred brute, but for now, he focused on the thrill of the hunt. The rest could—and most likely would—come later. The dire wolf raced after the straggling elk, snapping vicious jaws with an audible clack of teeth at their legs to keep herding them forward along the cliff ledge, caught between certain death on all sides.

Racing across the frigid lands made the Elysian wolf feel alive in primal ways. The chill of the air as it ripped through his fur, his massive paws thundering across the rocky ground, the scent of prey and a woman in his nares as his blood ran hot through his veins. It was a drug he was addicted to. As much fun as chasing the herd across the tundra was, Alastor felt a giddy sort of glee when he saw Relm leap through the air and pounce upon one of the larger bulls, biting into its neck and yanking its antlers to get it to stop and peel it away from the herd. While Relm wrangled their kill, Alastor rushed up alongside the wolf and elk, leaping to the front of the flailing elk while avoiding a barrage of kicking hooves near his face. Once his partner had pulled the elk’s head back to expose its throat, Alastor saw the look in her starlight-like eyes and launched himself like a missile up into the ungulate’s vulnerable neck.

The hot gush of warm, thick blood that burst in Alastor’s mouth was like taking a hit of heroin. The rush of ecstasy that flooded the wolf's brain sent him into a dizzying state of euphoria, the animal in his mind regaling at the coppery taste covering his palate. Sharp siam claws extended to grasp at the elk's collar, tearing through flesh and muscle while he clung to the frantically thrashing animal as he drained its life away. With his size, Alastor was standing on his hind legs, easily able to reach the elk without much effort, and by throwing his body weight to the side, he dragged their prey off its feet. The elk hit the ground with a hard thud while the rest of the herd vanished through the trees. The elk gave a choking bellow for help, but Alastor didn't allow it to live long enough to finish its cry. He lunged to readjust his jaws around the elk's throat, almost fully capturing it's neck in his powerful jaws before squeezing down hard with enough bite force to snap the vertebrae like twigs, severing the brain's connection to the rest of the body and killing it before its heart could finish pumping out the last of its blood.

The elk spasmed in its death throes and went limp beneath the two wolves, glassy eyes going hazy as the life left its corpse. Alastor didn't let go of the elk until he felt the flow of blood from around his teeth and tongue ebb to a stop, only then dropping the dead weight while he panted hard to catch his breath. His mouth and muzzle were covered in blood, some of it still dribbling from razor sharp fangs while a warm tingling sensation overtook him from head to tail, akin to a total body high. They had done well, and together he and Relm had bagged a sizable bull elk. Alastor turned his wild, nearly manic gaze p to Relm, the dark fire in his eyes burning hot for her while he grinned, proud of her excellent work and glad that she'd chosen to bring him along with her. He didn't say anything just yet, still riding that high of bloodlust while he looked at Relm, his eyes searing into hers with a look that left nothing to the imagination of what he was thinking about.

"Alastor"