Bloody Your Teeth For The Good Of The Pack

Úlfr held tight to the back of the ox's leg, he coiled his legs then twisted sharply. Between that motion and the trauma the others were doing the ox buckled and with a pop he heard the joint in the hind leg shift. It went down with a slam but Úlfr didn't wait to see if everyone was out of the way. He released his grip and leapt forward. As Tove pulled the head back he dove in for the throat, fangs latching in tight. He bundled his body up close, clinging to the neck to keep himself out of the way of the front legs. Already weakened it didn't take long for the ox to breathe its last breath. Úlfr held on a few moments longer before releasing his grip and stepping back.