Distance in your eyes.

the woman acquiesces to their plan, and Spider nods as she warns them to be careful. her concern is nice, and they give a little appreciative smile before trotting off in the direction of the injured buffalo. given they’re serving as the distraction, Spider breaks into a run a few paces from their prey and makes a series of low growls, hoping to lock the buffalo’s attention completely onto them. the creature rolls it’s eyes in their direction, and Spider can practically taste it’s fear, mixing with the iron tang of blood. they run a few meandering circles around the buffalo, their tail streaming behind them like a dark flag, snapping teasingly at its flank or hide.

they’re too far to land an actual blow, and that’s not the intention here, but it serves to ensure the buffalo is completely trained on them when Fic attacks. Spider lingers, muscles tense, offering backup without interfering in the woman’s hunt. blood sprays into the air as she rends flesh from bone, the sight gory, a little messy, but expectedly brutal. it’s only when Fic groans in pain that Spider dashes forward, eyeing the wound on her back with worry. it’s rather deep, crimson leaking from the fissure and clumping in her fur. Spider latches onto the other side of the buffalo’s neck, tearing at the skin there. hopefully they can end this now, and find someone to patch Fic up. and with two wolves mauling such vital flesh, it isn’t long before the bull falls still between them. Spider runs their tongue over their lips, dispelling blood. “are you alright?” they inquire, brow furrowing in concern.

"Araneae Fatalis"