Bye, Son.

Ahhh crap. Everyone else was biting it, and if she didn't come away bloody too, could she even really call herself a hunter? The chaos as the two felines joined the fray was enough to seemingly stop the bison in its tracks. With the other wolf covering the rear, and one cat on its back and the other on the front, she supposed she was left with the soft skin where it's foreleg met its deep barrel chest. The musty reek of it's thick neck fur almost made her gag, but as the bison shifted it's weight to try and balance better, she saw her opening. Diving in with parted jaws, her saliva filled mouth was flooded with blood and it was all she could do to hold on and try not to swallow.

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