Racing Stripes

All was going according to plan so far. Thyri continued to chase the Zebra with snapping jaws and rippling growls. Her goal was not to take it down herself but merely guide the scared creature to her hunting companion. Anticipation bubbled in her chest as they grew closer to the ditch where the stranger was waiting. As that distance closed she witnessed the monochromatic flash of the older male lunging for the Zebra's leg. Thyri slowed her run to match pace with the now struggling creature. In no time their prey came crashing to the ground, bnut it was merely immobilized by the stranger's grip. Without a second thought the Trygg femme darted to the Zebra's upper half, around it's back to avoid flailing hooves, and lunged for it's throat. Ravenous teeth sunk into the flesh of the beast and blood painted her jaws red. She felt the liquid pump into her mouth and Thyri whipped her head side to side, deepening the wound. The more damage she did the faster their prey would bleed out.

After long moments she felt the Zebra's life fade. It took a while for it to pass completely but all in all they were successful in their hunt. Licking blood from her lips she took a step back from the carcas and let her attention move to the male, "Quick and easy." Thyri flashed him a red grin before looking to the Zebra, "I only want the pelt and a small amount of meat. You can the rest." Blue eyes flicked to the stranger, "Does that sound like a deal?" She raised a brow, of course there was room for negotiation if need be.