Caribooooooooo

Gods above...
Taiga watched as the trio of wolves began chasing the herd. As the blue marked pup almost got trampled, Taiga damn near threw the whole ambush to rush out and save her. Thankfully, the girl regained her footing and found the rhythm of the hunt. She'd damn near given the lioness a heart attack.

Hunkered down within the pines, Taiga waited, muscles bunched and ready to spring. She allowed the first batch of caribou to fly past since the older wolf had been eager to take out the sickly beast at the back. The fearful lowing of the ungulates was deafening and Taiga tucked her ears against the onslaught of sound.

Finally, the caribou in question rushed through the opening and that was when Taiga pounced. Hind paws planted on earth and she rocketed forward, her big body slamming into the old caribou. A quick bite to the throat put the beast out of its misery. As an afterthought, one massive paw swept out, claws grabbing onto the hind leg of a big buck. The caribou squealed but was soon silenced as the massive feline was upon it. Two should be enough. One for the wolves and one for her.

"Taiga"