Venison

Maelstrom's puppy body is only banged against ground and ankle for a few moments before the Sultan is successful in taking the doe. The sound of fangs and teeth slicing through skin and crushing bone enters in his ears. He's suddenly stopped, hanging motionless for a moment as the doe lets out a dying noise of agony before falling to the ground. The pup is quick to release his hold and reel backward, paws stumbling over each other as he stands there breathless.

He can't look away. His eyes are focused on the doe laying before him. Blood and fluids spill from the open wound onto the ground. Her death was quick and nearly painless. Was hunting to be this easy when he is older? After a moment, as his breathing collects and he can pull his tongue back into his mouth, he looks up silently to the Sultan. Maelstrom has no idea what to say to the leader of the pack. One might say he was a little... starstruck.

"Maelstrom"