Buffa-Low

Marrow

Marrow chuckled as Wendigo stated that Havoc could try to annoy one to death. That was a thought… if Marrow had the patience. She was hungry now and could almost taste the blood flowing along her tongue as she eyed their prey. It seemed the long-legged wolf was of the same mindset for she immediately started stalking forward. Marrow did not want to be left behind and swiftly followed. As soon as the maned wolf bolted forward she kicked off hard with a snarl.

Marrow shot like an arrow toward the center of the herd, twisting her head and snapping as the bison scattered. It took only moments for a stampede to form as the great beasts thundered across the prairie. Marrow kept hot on their heels, noting an old bull starting to fall behind. It's movements were awkward, arthritic joints struggling with the sudden demands being placed on them. That worked for her! Marrow did not mind tougher, chewy game.

Kicking off hard she twisted in at an angle toward the bull's left hind leg. Her fangs lashed out snagging the outside of the knee. She bit down hard but couldn't quite gain a hold for the powerful creature pulled its hind leg right out of her jaws. Her teeth tearing flesh as the limb was jerked away from her grasp. The motion, however, caused the bull to stumble forward, front legs folding awkwardly.