Now that their children were big enough to handle being out of the den and a bit of traveling she was determined to start working their way north so they could start getting a feel for this pack that Venom had pointed her toward. She knew the going would be slow with two young ones to look after, but she didn't mind. They could always carry the little prince and princess if need be and they'd have Irilyth with them to be an extra set of eyes. She had begun to pack the things they could carry with them, crafting a cart to carry the furs they had collected since winter was sure to bring some colder temperatures to contend with. The one thing they were a bit more shy on than she would like was a supply of meats to have on hand just in case prey became more scarce as they moved north. She doubted that dried meats would be very easy for the pups to eat right away, but Alastor, Irilyth, and her could get by on that easily enough and reserve the fresh meat for their little stars.

Gathering enough meat for their trip would mean a large hunting trip and as she and Alastor moved across the prairie a sizable herd of prong horn fit the bill perfectly. She brushed her side against Alastor with a grin before she moved away to start snaking her way through the grasses so that they could approach the herd from both sides and take down as many of them as they could. They had gone on these kind of hunts so many times now that she didn't feel the need to discuss anything with her husband. They were a well oiled machine, a team that worked seamlessly together.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

As much as he liked it out here, Alastor knew their time in the prairies was coming to an end soon. He and Manea had been out scouting for a permanent home for themselves and a location to start their pack before they ran some reconnaissance on the northern pack Venom had turned their attention towards. With their pups birthed, weaned, and old enough to walk the world, the day for their move was fast approaching. He'd helped Manea gather supplies to craft her cart and gave Irilyth protection while she collected an abundance of herbs from the nearby valleys to supplement them on their journey. But food was one thing they always seemed to be in short supply of. With five hungry mouths to feed now, Alastor and Manea had been busier than ever with their hunts, more out of necessity than sport. He didn't mind though; they had to keep their beautiful stars fed, after all!

Today was dedicated to gathering as much fresh meat as they could get. That meant another large hunting trip, one Alastor was all too happy to participate in. He and his wife stalked along the prairie, following the scent of a pronghorn herd until they stopped the antelope-like creatures milling about on the plains. He felt Manea brush his side and turned so obsidian eyes met aqua, seeing the knowing grin on her face and understanding immediately her intentions before she even began to stalk off on her own. The two apex predators had become so in tune and efficient with their hunting methods that no words needed to be exchanged. They simply needed to hunt.

Alastor took to the opposite direction, creeping virtually silently through the tall grasses towards the herd. He moved like a living shadow, silent and unnoticed by the herbivores while he got closer... closer... closer still... Once he got into position, he watched the opposite side of the herd for any flashes of purple to tip him off where Manea was. He didn't notice her yet, but he did notice one juvenile pronghorn getting a little too close. The prey animal was walking right up to him, intent to eat the grass he was hiding behind. Alastor tensed, mentally pleading the stupid little creature to back off. It did not. Once it was right up on him, Alastor spring with a snarl, his large jaws able to wrap entirely around the young pronghorn's head from the sides so as to avoid its horns. The pronghorn blared in terror, alerting the herd just in time for them to watch Alastor's powerful jaws snap shut, crushing bone and flesh and brains in one fell swoop. The small pronghorn collapsed dead, and Alastor rose to his full intimidating height, blood and gray matter dripping from his muzzle. He snarled, and the pronghorns turned to gallop away—headed straight for Manea.


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Manea made her way silently through he tall grasses till she was on the opposite side of the herd from where her husband had headed toward. He was a bit harder to spot than she was with his dark, shadowy coloring, but the ripples of crimson read ultimately gave him away. She hunkered down and watched the herd for a few moments while she tried to determine where she wanted to begin, but she watched a pronghorn get close to where Alastor was positioned and within a heartbeat his dark form appeared from the grass, snapping at the smaller animal's head. There was one quick sound of panic from their prey before it was silenced permanently, but it was enough to alert the herd and send them galloping away from him and right into her.

With a scoff she hopped up from the grass, making the first few pronghorns in the front of the herd notice her and immediately start back peddling and trying to redirect themselves with not much luck. In one fluid movement she snapped her jaws around the throat of one while she reached out with her paw to sink her claws into the neck of the one beside it, effectively trapping two of them at once. The first was easy enough to kill as she crushed her strong jaws around its throat. She let it fall to the ground as it struggled and choked on its own blood so that she could focus on the one struggling and trying to rip out of her grip. She snapped her teeth around one of its legs, easily shattering the thin bone between her jaws and effectively crippling it so it could no longer run. A quick, lethal bite to the back of its neck with a hard twist of her head snapped its spine and ended it quickly as well.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

The herd began to flee towards her, and without missing a beat, Alastor watched with demented glee as his vividly-furred wife emerged from the brush to swiftly end the lives of two of the pronghorn. He laughed and shot off after the herd, sandwiching the prey animals between the two wolves so they had to diverge and split off, separating the herd into two. Alastor ran after one segment, murderous intent in his eyes. The pronghorn were quick, but not quick enough to evade the seasoned hunter. He was quick to catch up to them, and knowing the name of the game was as many kills as possible, he implemented a brutal, unconventional tactic. Instead of going to take the pronghorn down or kill them, he instead latched his jaws into a hind leg and thrashed, tearing the pronghorn's thigh muscles to shreds and forcing it to crumple to the ground before running after the next one, crippling them one after another.

By the time he turned back, he had maimed three more prey animals, the trio struggling to put weight on their injured hind legs. They would take a minute to rise, shaking as they did so, then bounce a pace away only to collapse and repeat the process again. Grinning with crimson-stained teeth, the dark wolf rounded on each one individually, listening to their frightened bleats and cries as they tried to escape. The first one died easily, putting up to resistance as Alastor pressed a paw to its back to hold it down, then latched strong jaws around its neck to hold it steady and twisted its head until it had turned all the way around 180 with a sickening crack of vertebrae. The second one put up more of a fight, kicking a hoof out at the advancing wolf. It did nothing to stop Alastor, who simply caught the leg in his teeth and snapped the tibia like a twig. The screaming pronghorn died a moment later when Alastor used a paw and claws to forcibly pull its windpipe from its throat. The last one died when the wolf snapped his jaws around its neck, letting it bleed out feebly in his grasp while he virtually drank its blood, shuddering with primal ecstasy at the taste of that sanguine wine spilling across his palate, groaning under his breath while he took its life so deliciously slowly.


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Manea watched the pronghorns split apart from one another as Alastor charged forward, fracturing the little herd into pieces as they frantically tried to escape. As soon as Alastor picked a direction and started chasing down some of the run away prey animals, she went the opposite, very quickly catching up with the last few pronghorn of the bunch. Today was all about quantity of kills instead of killing for sport so she ended up unknowingly taking a similar approach to her husband. The first one she caught up with she grabbed by the lower part of its hind leg, yanking it off of its feet and slamming it back down into the ground, stunning it and snapping the leg bone in two. She bounded forward to catch the second one, biting the back of its neck and bringing it to a halt as she bit down and thrashed her head until its neck snapped in her jaws and it fell limp in her grasp. Carrying the second back over to where the first was bleating and struggling to get away with its broken leg, she dropped the lifeless body and caught the other by the throat with her claws, slamming its neck back to the ground with a forceful stomp of her paw and pinning it there briefly before biting down just behind its skull and breaking the vertebrae with a powerful bite. She turned back toward her husband, smirking at the bloody scene around them. It had been fast and brutal, but with seven of the little morsels down there was going to be plenty for them to prepare for their trip.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

The taste of the blood pouring across his tongue and down his throat was so damn good, it was practically orgasmic! Alastor didn't release the dead pronghorn until its pumping heart had fallen still and not a single drop of that rich life-giving wine went to waste. His pupils dilated, the wild animal inside him feasting on the saccharine flavor of the blood and pounding at the doors of his mind, screaming for release. Once the flow of blood came to an end, the dire brute dropped the corpse with an unceremonious thud, gasping and panting hard while he tried to remain in control of his senses. Wide black eyes peered around the prairie, spotting Manea as she ended the life of the seventh and last pronghorn. His nostrils flared as he snorted and took a deep breath of her scent on the air mixed with the metallic tang of fresh blood. He felt those feral urges within him demanding he satisfy another hunger deep in his belly.

Blinking hard in quick succession, Alastor huffed and shook his head, trying to keep himself composed for the time being. No matter how badly he wanted to stalk over, throw Manea to the ground, and fuck her brains out, they still had work to do. The pronghorns would need to be skinned, dressed, and prepared for long-term storage and transportation. Plus their little ones would no doubt be getting ready for a snack soon. Taking a few deep breaths to try and quiet the raging lusts inside of his feral brain, Alastor began to grab up each of the carcasses to prepare to bring back to their den. They still had a lot of work ahead of them.


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