Bloody Your Teeth For The Good Of The Pack

Her heart hammered within her chest as Gimli slid beneath the ox. She could smell the very strong scent of blood, and could hear ripping and tearing beneath the very loud sounds of the ox and the wolves tearing into it. The ox tried to kick and stomp, and she briefly worried about her mentor beneath the flailing, dying animal. She moves further, attacking the rear leg opposite of Ulfr and grabs a hold, readjusting once or twice until she had it by the ankle. She yanked and pulled with all her might to keep the leg suspended and cause it to lose balance. As it started to go down, her breath hitched as she thought it might flatten Gimli. But to her relief, the dwarf had managed to come out unscathed and with a very pleased look on his face.

As the ox went down and Tove had managed to expose its neck, Ulfur wasted no time in going for the killing blow. Grinning, the blue furred babe dug into her assault on its leg until she heard it crack and the leg was bent at an angle that it shouldn't be in.