why dont you caribou-t me?

It's not a good sign. The caribou hardly reacts. Muscles freeze as two massive felines and two canines maul it. Why wasn't it fighting back? Why wasn't the rest of the herd running or attempting to protect it? None of this made sense. What was wrong with these animals? Nervousness lights through Raumr as his teeth dig into the ungulate's neck, blood spraying across the icy field. It probably was only beginning to writhe and react from the simple fact that its nerves were being shredded. The poor thing wasn't even making a sound...

He pulls back, releasing his hold from the animal that now lay out on the ground, bleeding across the ice and snow. "This isn't right," he whispers, bringing a paw up to his muzzle to wipe off the debris.

Raumr Regalus, the Third