To the sharp end of my fangs

White legs worked to keep up with the panicked beast, jaws close with their feet. Ears pinned and head lowered she was fully into the hunt, tail up for balance as she felt the snow and dirt erupt from the elk's racing legs, some colliding against her face, but that wouldnt be enought to drive her away, nothing did when she had her mind into something, even death. Even pain. As she lived only to make other's lives the worst, bring destruction and cruelty to those who had given her their back. Never in her life others showed love or interest in her existence and all she saw was filt and indifference towards every single living being.

As both big canids rested at the hills of the prey, she did one last snap and stopping on her own tracks she witnessed as the elk fell head on into the spears, now them staved into the ribcage and legs. Now it was only to give the ending blow.

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