Maniacal laughter slipped from his jaws as the bull began to slow down, the viciousness in which they attacked it too much for it to handle. He continued to grip and rip the leg he had broken, while Ripper worked on the other. He could hear cracking and snapping in his jaws as he twisted the bulls hind leg this way and that, eyes lighting up with delight as it dropped to the ground with the assault. Brother Red grabbed its throat, giving the finishing blow as the rest of them worked on their part in slaughtering the beast. He had to admit, this hunt had been hella fun and he couldn't wait to do it again! It wasn't often he got the chance to hunt something so big and with such viciousness! Sure, he had on smaller creatures, but there wasn't much fun in it when they died pretty quick. This had been a game to him, and what a fun game it was! So when the bull finally lost its match, he was disappointed it hadn't gone on longer, but hey, at least they'd be feasting!
