Tighten Your Grip

Feral was soon awoken by screeching. His left eye opened first, followed by his right eye. "Tsarr, what the hell are you doing!" He barked as the crow flew down and landed in front of the brute. "I apologize, boss, but there was some food coming and I thought you would be hungry," the crow exclaimed, fluttering his wings and taking off, before landing right onto Feral's shoulder, digging his talons into the male wolf's flesh.

Feral pondered on the thought of food. Night was upon them, so maybe dinner would be a best bet for him. He threw his head up, sniffing the air for any scent that would be food. When the smell of elk entered his senses, he started taking off. It wasn't long until they reached the harem. A bull elk was battling with another for a mate. He lied down and watched the savage battle unfold before he took his meal. Why not have dinner and a show first?

The bulkiest of the elk's rammed his antlers into the younger elk's antlers, causing the ivory antlers to clash violently against each other. Tsarr was feeling the shock and winced at the clash before taking off to the skies once more. Feral continued to watch. He knew this battle would end one or both of their lives, and he would watch every bloody moment of it. The second soon moved the old elks antlers, before causing him to crash to the ground. The youngest of the beasts snorted and kicked the snow wish his hooves, kicking up the snow which made it seem like white colored powder. The oldest stood, holding his right front leg, apparently spraining it. He charged without a second thought to the young male, not wanting to give up his females so easily. The beasts continued to clash antlers together. The young one was quicker and pierced the old ones heart. The battle was soon over as the old male lied on the ground, breathing through it's wet nose, snorting. The young elk and the harem trailing behind him, left the old leader behind as it lay there dying.

Feral was pleased by the outcome and walked over to the old elk as it lied down, calling out and snorting. "How you wish you could fight me, could you?" He chuckled as he tore into the stomach, tearing the flesh as some of the stomach and other intestines hung. The elk called out in pain and agony as Feral continued to dig into his meal, not caring about his preys constant calling in pain. Before long, the elk gave its final breath and died as Feral continued to tear at his feast,

When the brute was finished, he tore a good chunk of meat from the carcass as Tsarr began to eat the scraps that his boss had not eaten yet, Tsarr was pleased by his boss hunting, meaning that the bird would never go hungry.
After a little while, Feral returned to the geysers, seeing Raisa there, he placed the meat down in front of her, blood covering his black muzzle and paws. "Eat." He spoke as he lied down, watching the geysers belching steam and heat. "Two elks were battling each other. Luckily, one wasn't so lucky," he chuckled and thought about the gruesome fight again. "So, I hear you're an Alpha now?" He spoke, double colored orbs meeting her own.