A Yak of All Trades.

The wolves' teamwork was immaculate, their precision lethal and their efficiency like that of a well oiled machine. The four predators had the yak run down in no time, and coupled with its blood loss from the numerous wounds across its legs and body, soon the animal was collapsing to the snowy ground, never to rise again. One of the other wolves, a patchwork brute, went for the killing blow, latching onto the yak's heaving throat like a piranha to end its time in this world. Azrael slowed his gait from a run to a canter, almost prancing up alongside the dying animal with a look of approval on his face while he watched the animal succumb to its wounds. Once it was dead, the hunting party would pack up and move on to the next kill.

"Azrael Saxe"