An Ice Dance

With her makeshift pack in tow, Inferna moved deliberately along the trail, the scent of the elk growing stronger with each step. She slowed as the sound of hooves crunching snow reached her ears, the low rustling of the herd echoing faintly through the still air. Keeping her head low, she motioned for the others to stay downwind. She crept closer, using the natural cover of snowdrifts and scattered pine trees to obscure their approach. Inferna’s pale coat blended seamlessly with the icy backdrop as she pressed her body against the frozen ground, peering through the snow-laden branches.

The herd was just ahead, their massive forms moving steadily through the snowy landscape. Inferna’s sharp eyes scanned for their best chance: a young elk doe at the edge of the group, slightly separated from the others. Her heart quickened as she signaled silently to the others, her muscles preparing for what she was about to do next.

With a sudden burst of speed, Inferna lunged from her hiding spot, snow flying in her wake. She closed the distance in seconds, targeting the doe’s left flank. Her jaws locked onto the vulnerable artery near its hind leg, the metallic tang of blood filling her mouth. The elk bellowed in pain and fear, staggering as Inferna’s grip tightened, ensuring a critical blow that would weaken their prey quickly. Even as the doe kicked at her, Inferna's square muzzle remained firm - digging in further and further with each movement.

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