Alces alces

Better than one, easier that way. Something about a means to an end, and Iscariot isn't going to dwell. Working in time with the tiger, they'd be fine. The calf was a big one, but she's able to flush it easily. Adrenaline coursing thick through her system, nails digging hard into the ground beneath her paws. Running flat out, it's impossible not to have a good time.

With the calf off and running towards her large companion, Iscariot is quick on its heels. Snarling and snapping, finally taking hold. It's a mad dash to try and topple the thing, Iscariot clinging to the beast as it staggers. As it fights to stay upright. Sure, she'll work for a meal. Fine. Not like Riot was going to let go, digging in as their prey begins to wobble.