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Tarnish was pleased to be accepted into the hunt, eager to try a new flesh and see if these creatures were as tasty as the boar he'd recently been introduced to. The other wolf pointed out an injured mule, but of course it was in the middle of the herd where it was difficult to get to. Go figure. Wilder laid out his plan and Tarnish nodded. Sounded good to him, the naturally weak would fall behind and be easier pickings for the hungry wolves.

"Alright, follow my lead"

Tarnish nodded and followed after the older male. They waited for just a split second before Wilder burst toward the herd. Tarnish kicked off in hot pursuit, diving into the herd with snarls and growls. His teeth snapped at anything in range as urged the mules and asses to panic. A few broke off entirely but they seemed in good shape so he focused on running the bulk of the herd where the injured mule was starting to fall behind. Moment by moment it slipped back until it was a full body length behind the herd. At that moment Tarnish pulled up along its left side, his head twisting out and snagging the left hind leg, right below the knee. The mule stumbled and tried to kick out at him but he maintained his old which kept him out of the range of mule's dangerous kick.


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