Hunting Can Be Fun

Together the pair run the caribou until it's footing falters and it stumbles. Keahi, the larger of them, rushed forward, taking the opportunity to bring it down to the ground, using her weight to pin the flailing forelegs. Lyre moved quickly, leaping over her hunting partners form to get into position. The striped fae sank her teeth into the throat of the caribou, giving a little shake so that the blood would flow more quickly. In moments, the caribou was dead, its thrashing ceased to mere electrical jerks.

Lyre settled back, using some of the snow to clean the blood from her muzzle and chest. She didn't like being dirty if she could help it. "Well done," she complimented the other woman. "Food for the pack," she stated the obvious before delicately removing the innards from their kill. With it being lighter, they would easily be able to drag it back to the stores.

"Lyre"