Deadliest Catch, Season 20

Wilder nearly feels like a pup playing tug-o-war. Jaws clamped tightly over the walrus' rear flipper, his paws digging into the snow, toes splayed out as his body leans back until his ass is nearly sitting on the ground. He can hear the tear of skin and blubber, that haunting baritone of wailing cries, as the other wolves tear and rind at the beast. Slowly, but surely, the walrus would be no match for four grown wolves. No longer was the monstrous creature the apex predator of this barren wasteland.

Just as his body starts to protest, the walrus begins to grow limp. Too much blood has fallen from its opened wounds. The life leaving its beady eyes as the last of their teeth wear down the poor thing. As soon as it no longer thrashes about, Wilder releases his grip and falls backward. Exhausted and feeling overheated, he pants openly, breath curling around his muzzle as he looks over to his bloodied hunting companions. Hopefully they'd be willing to have a meal sooner than later!

WILDER