Obtuse, Guava Juice, Rubber Goose, Chocolate Moose

Adrenaline coursed through the Saxe brute's veins with every powerful pump of his heart. The thrill of the chase and the hunt got his blood flowing like nothing else did! Sure, it wasn't the same as hunting down a runaway traitor, but it was a close second. Working in tandem, all four wolves soon had a hold on some part of the massive prey animal, and despite its humongous size, it was not invincible. Azrael ripped and tugged at the soft tissue beneath the moose's leg, and with a satisfying sound of tearing flesh, the moose's legs began to buckle and fold beneath it. Az was swift on his paws to dive out of its way, using his momentum to reposition and then lunge for the downed moose's throat. This time, he was the closest wolf to its vital points, and the Saxe brute felt the satisfying squish of delicate flesh and sinew tearing apart as his fangs sank into the moose's exposed throat. There was a strangled bellow of fear, a wet and guttural sound, and then Az bit down harder. He felt the pop of tendons snapping and the moose's trachea crushing in his jaws. Blood, hot and metallic, gushed into his mouth like an ambrosia. The moose was already dead. It just didn't know it yet.

"Azrael Saxe"