Feather

Alaric's ears perked at the sound at the desperate bleats escaping the doe's mouth. He continued to pull down on the doe by the neck, tearing the wound in the throat deeper and harder. Maul and Cinder kept the doe in place as they pull the legs back, crippling it further. Alaric continued to drag the doe down, now shaking his head with the deadly grip. His teeth tore and ripped at the throat until a large gash was left in his wake. Blood painted his maws, face, and chest. The doe let out one last cry until it fell silent, it's last breath leaving its chest as it fell limp in his grasp. Alaric finally released his grip, panting heavily. He looked to Fairytale. "Good job." He commented briefly before turning to Maul and Cinder. "Good, you two." He commented to his companions.