why dont you caribou-t me?

Wrong. It was all wrong. What were they going to do? The caribou fell easily beneath the might and health of the quartet. It barely made a sound as its life was ripped from it. Taiga had been sure not to bite the beast, but the others had. After getting puss in her mouth last time.... ugh.

Now that the caribou was dead, Taiga took a step back, eyeing its bloodied form. Not all of the blood was even produced by them. There were pustules and sores littering the greyish brown coat. The deer's sides seemed to be bulging. With a sigh of resignation, the lioness stepped forward, hooked her mighty claws into the beasts belly, and ripped downwards tearing it open. Would this one be filled with dirt as well?

"Taiga"