When in Doubt, We Cull

Sericea felt her heart quicken as Zagan gave the signal, his growling command sending a shiver down her spine. She lunged forward in perfect synchronicity with him, her jaws clamping down on the ewe's hindquarters as Zagan's fangs sank into its shoulder. The sickly animal let out a pitiful bleat, its legs buckling under the combined weight of the two wolves.

Sericea dug her claws into the ewe's matted wool, feeling the heat of its feverish body beneath her paws. She adjusted her grip, her teeth tearing through flesh and sinew as she worked to bring the struggling creature down. The coppery taste of blood flooded her mouth, and she fought the urge to gag, steeling herself against the grim necessity of their actions.

As the ewe's struggles grew weaker, Sericea glanced up at Zagan, her eyes wide and seeking reassurance. She saw the fierce determination in his gaze, the unwavering strength that guided his every move. Drawing courage from his presence, Sericea redoubled her efforts, her jaws clamping down with renewed force.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"