Something to Prove

Xina had done as he expected and ripped out the mother bears throat but she left too quickly, too focused on the prize inside the cave. His tugging on the flesh of the mother bears stomach hadn't been useless however, and soon the bear was collapsing on itself- but not without scraping claws against Dracun's cheek in one final attempt at an attack despite how little use it was. Hissing at the pain and detaching from the bear as it finished its collapse, he couldn't help but partially blame Xina for his injury- had she not been so impatient, perhaps the bear wouldn't have landed a hit on him.

Regardless, it was no use quarreling over it now. Inside the cave he could hear Xina taking her prize and soon he would have his. Dracun entered the cave with a low, rumbling growl despite the noise Xina was making with her cub. The pain on his cheek wasn't much, but it was enough to ignite his fire even more, and what little anger he held towards Xina for leaving sooner than she should have would be directed at the bear cub.

The cub cowered as he jumped forward but made no move to defend itself- did it even know how? Or maybe it understood that there was no use, that without its mighty mother that it would stand no chance against the giant wolf pup. It was easier this way, but Dracun liked the challenge. A cub was not much of a challenge, though given the anger and adrenaline that burned through him it was probably a good thing. Fangs grabbed the cub by the snout and he started to pull backwards, dragging the cub from the den by its face despite it's screaming and attempts to dig its paws into the ground. Dracun was stronger though, and felt his fangs sink deeper suddenly into the bear cubs muzzle, crunching the bone enough to inhibit the ursine cub from breathing through its nose and combined with it's mouth clamped shut, left unable to breath temporarily before pulling it backwards from the den and into the daylight for father to see.

Once outside, Dracun spat the cub from his mouth and watched with mild entertainment how it struggled, pawing at its face and breathing through its mouth while blood poured from its nostrils. But soon that entertained expression twisted into one of annoyance and disgust, and Dracun moved to stand over the smaller cub. Blood dripped from his own face and onto the cubs, mixing into the cubs blood as it flowed now into its mouth, forcing the cub to gargle and choke on its own blood as it tried to breathe but it was clearly getting weaker by the moment between his paws. Would he let it die a slow and painful death, or would he finish it here and now? Even Dracun didn't know at the moment.