Other wolves trickled in and Katsu acknowledged each with a dipped head until enough had assembled that they could reasonably take down the party. The older wolves that appeared were in agreement with him: best to go for the legs. Hopefully the younger ones were quick on their feet. He ran over the name of the animal in his head as they turned to approach it: giraffe, giraffe, giraffe.
The crowned pup ran ahead to the front legs and Kat was quick on his heels. The hooves when he got up close were much larger than he'd originally guessed at a distance. Kat's eyes widened a fraction but he stayed steadfast and went for the front leg that Citadel had left alone. The giraffe was on to them by now, stepping high with its front legs and kicking forward with its back legs. Every second beneath the animal was a dancing act as he leaped out of the way of the striking and stomping. Finally, he caught hold of the slender foreleg of the front left leg and was lifted half into the air as the giraffe struggled to free itself. He tightened his grip until he tasted blood, then bit even deeper. The giraffe bellowed out a terrible cry but still stood tall.
