Trouble brewing

Alaric watched as the wounded tiger fell to the earth, it's worth buckling from its injured legs. His gaze swiftly moved to Rhazien, who had secured yet another leg. Alaric could see the tiger was focused on Rhazien, so he took the opportunity to move in. Alaric charged into, moving out of range of the tiger's paws. He had noticed while it was trying to swipe at Rhazien, it had left the side of its neck open.

Alaric's blaw maws splayed open and latched on with a harsh grip. He shook his skull fervently, aiming to tear in deep into the skin. He was going to kill the damn thing before it had enough of this spectacle. Wamr blood trickled down his throat and stained his maws as he ripped and tore at the flesh. Then, he could feel the familiar heartbeat against his fangs. The jugular. His orange eyes narrowed viciously as he took no time in cutting through the previous artery. He felt the well of blood gush from the wound as it artery was severed and he released his grip and stepped back to watch the river of red come from the tiger. He could here it's gurgling cries and the panicked look on its striped face, the horror of what had happened apparent on its features. He stared back at it with a cold, prideful, glare. It was over. He had won. His gaze flickered to Rhazien, waiting to see what the male would do.