Bloody Your Teeth For The Good Of The Pack

The wolves had been successful in their endeavor to bring down their prey! The ox had lost far too much blood to stay alive even if they had failed. Gimli while small, could still do things the larger ones probably couldn't. Like being able to get right up under the beast and attack its tender weak spots. Sure, he was covered in blood and bits of intestine as they now hung out, but he didn't mind that at all. He could always wash up later! The Ox went down, and Gimli re-entered the fray by continuing an assault on the exposed belly and ripping out more intestine like a foul game of tug-of-war! As Tove brought the beasts head up for the killing blow, Ulfur took no time in delivering it. The ox took its last breath, its battle done. It had gone out fighting every step of the way, and Gimli could respect that. Once it lay still and the light left its eyes, he stepped back with a piece of flesh and tossed it to his companion. "Aye! We did it!" He whooped, proud of their efforts and teamwork!