Bloody Your Teeth For The Good Of The Pack

The others are quick to take up their spots and a small grin tugs at her lips at the effectiveness of all those present. They work as a team, harassing the large musk ox and delivering vicious bites where they are able to. Blood flows from the various wounds that appear on the creature’s body and it fills the air with its intoxicating coppery scent. Tove tosses her back in excitement, heart thundering in her breast as she lunges in toward the beast’s fact. The woman rumbles a deep growl as her teeth latch onto the thick muzzle of the prey so that she can control the horned head better.

It grunts, kicks, panics, and tries to injure those who seek to take the beast’s life but the wolves continue to expertly dodge all of ox’s attacks. Gimli, the small, stocky man suddenly slips underneath the creature and sets about slicing into the soft, tender flesh of the abdomen which has the musk ox immediately trying to stomp in the wolf’s brain in. With a snarl, Tove releases her hold and moves in toward the shoulder on the opposite the side of Brida. Quickly, she sinks her teeth deep into flesh of the leg, tossing her head to rend muscle and tendons that lay underneath.

The ox sags just as the male reappears and Tove releases her hold to retreat back several steps as the large beast collapses. All the effort and panted breathes has made the air grow hot in the small confines of the crypt and the woman is panting as she shouts, “Now!” For a moment, her voice almost sounds as it had before her horrible run-in with the bears and, in this struggle of life and death, she can’t help but feel alive. Rushing back in, she shoves the creature onto its side and works to pin the head in place so that the deadly horns cannot hurt anyone.

Duel-toned eyes sweep the group, wondering who will step up to take the killing blow.


"Tove Baade"