northern attitude

Éldi clung tight, feeling the muscles in his neck stretch and contract as he tried to maintain his grip. Each pull of the ox's legs caused more tearing as his fangs shredded deep. So close to the creature's chest he could hear the lungs laboring, the gasping of an ill and tiring creature. The stumbles became more frequent as Éldi's hunting partners shredded into the flesh of its hind legs. Soon now, if the could keep it going a little longer.

Moments later the skull marked woman leapt at the beasts throat. The scent of blood hung thick in the air. The clear sight of its mortality laying before it the ox gave a mighty bellow and surged forward in one last attempt to tear free of the wolves. Could they hold it?