Everyone's Got a Baby Caribou.

Chaos came the very second Rakia burst from the hidden trees. Branches swayed and shifted under her weight. Debris soared through the air momentarily. And just like the previous hunts, Azrael was right at her heels. The herd scattered in panic. Their loud bellows of stress were heard like horns blown to announce the coming of war. Hooves pounded the earth in disarray. Leaving indents in their wake as they fled from the scene. Heading back in the opposite direction to which the two were now claiming their kills. The larger male turned his attention to the calf plump from various feedings. She couldn't help the smirk claiming black lips at the sight of blood painting the white canvas below.

Helonia snarled when she realized that they were not going for the elder female. Further investigation explained to her as to why. The health of the Caribou revealed that it would have indeed been a challenge. Even for the band of wolves working as one. A roll of her eyes, she slunk deeper into the underbrush. Running alongside the herd until she found a single calf left behind by its mother. It took nothing for her paws to shift, her body to spring and she went tackling the small caribou to the ground. Jaws wrapped easily around the long, slender snout to suffocate him to death. His hooves kicked the air for grip. Heavy breathing filled her mouth as her teeth sunk deeper into the boned flesh. Little did she know that the mother was making her way back to their general location.
"Helonia"~~"Melanth"