Nightmare on Elk Street

With the four wolves working in unison, the elk truly stood no chance of survival. Between their relentless assaults and their combined strengths, the bull was soon toppled off its cloven hooves, bellowing and bleating in panic. As soon as their prey was on the ground, Azrael struck, lunging for the back of the bull's neck and throwing all of his weight down on the cervine's spine. He was holding its head still so it couldn't thrash about and gore any of them with its rack of antlers. Knowing its fate was sealed, the elk gave a few more pathetic attempts at freedom, but the blush-furred fae ended its futile resistance. As soon as her jaws were around its throat, the animal knew it was dead. It didn't try to fight any longer. It just laid there and died like the good prey animal it was.

All the while, Azrael kept holding the elk's head down, not giving it even an inch to try and hurt them. He could feel each labored breath of the bull while he lifted his head to watch with macabre fascination and glee as the light began to leave its eyes, succumbing to its fatal injuries. Soon it would be gone, and the hunting pack would have enough meat to fill their bellies and then some!

"Azrael Saxe"