The dark wolf had followed an order of operations. She followed her prey at a languid pace. Auriga, truly, was in no real rush at all: she knew what she was capable of, and that meant that she felt... especially confident. Ahead, Auriga knew, was the target of her hunt-- a sheep, which had gotten in her way some distance back and now which labored, occasionally swinging its powerful head to look back at her. Auriga did not dare near it now, of course. She was merely one wolf, and though she was strong, she didn't want to risk a blow from those horns. Or the hooves. Pausing, Auriga tossed her head back and sent up a whooping cry. "I've a sheep here! Big horns, tired!" She sent the call along, and cocked her head, looking at the exhausted target before her. While she knew it was tired, Auriga also knew it would be suicidal to take the thing on alone, as it was. She huffed a breath into the cold air, grinding her paws against crackling rock. With luck, another wolf would show up, enticed by the possibility of a kill. Until then, she waited, at a stalemate with the sheep. Predator looked at prey, and both were stubborn-- one too stubborn to risk a deep wound, and another too stubborn to die. Part of Auriga appreciated the moment. The rest of her yearned to get her teeth into the sheep and end it, so she could harvest what she needed from it. "Auriga" NOTES: hunting dall's sheep.

her sister’s call sends a thrill of excitement down her spine, mouth already watering at the very idea of a bloody hunt. she can practically feel her teeth sinking into downy fur, a wet warmth spilling across her tongue and staining her face in crimson rivulets. speeding up into a trot, she moves quickly through the territory, thankful to have been in the area. “you called, sister-mine?” she coos, appearing at Auriga’s shoulder. her eyes travel to the sheep in question, and a pink tongue darts out to lap at the drool hanging off her chin. ”such a keen eye you have, Auri. i can’t say i don’t appreciate it.” she walks a delicate circle around her sister, always one to entertain a dramatic impulse. “so tell me, then - what’s the plan?” this was Auriga’s find, so she’s happy to defer. “my teeth and claws are at your disposal.” she bares said teeth in a wicked smile, their points gleaming as though in promise. "Speech"

Her jaws are already parting to snarl at the sheep before her when she smells a familiar scent, hears a familiar voice. Yarra. Auriga's ears flick towards her sister, and the Saxe girl tilts her head, eyeballing Yarra out of the corner of those devious eyes. There's a twisting smile on Auriga's face, one that promises both gore and a fun time. She huffs a little breath, still sneer-smiling, and says: "It's tired. I think, dear sister, we could just... overpower it. Circle around, confuse it, and attack from both sides. Left and right." Her voice has gone a little throaty. She can already taste its blood. Hunting is a pleasure of hers, and Auriga knows, too, that she can harvest the kill. She can work on making it into something properly useful. "Don't fuck it up too bad, pelt-wise. I know, I know, but trust me. I'll want to make something of the pelt, and we can't do that if it's absolutely shredded." Of course... she had one more remark. "We could knock it over, go for the belly." That way, the flesh would be torn asunder but the wider pelt would be largely left alone. Auriga's breath steamed on the air. She knew Yarra was listening to her, and so she jerked her head to the right -- a signal to her sister to travel that way as Auriga herself broke left. She called: "I want to play with it first!" Don't kill it so fast. Let it exhaust itself. Let it bleat and struggle and cry. "Auriga"

oh, her sister’s mind is capable of some true deviousness. Yarra smirks, a twisted little thing that hikes up one corner of her mouth and exposes a line of teeth. “as you wish, sister,” she purrs, watching the sheep with trembling anticipation. “this ought to be fun.” with a parting nod, she takes off for the right side, releasing a sudden throaty growl aimed to startle the sheep into motion. it’s stupid dewy eyes widen with fear, and a bleat of panic tears from its throat. it’s head swings from side to side, no doubt noting the two she-wolves rushing it from either side. shrieking in fear, it breaks into a run, darting left only to whirl on its heel after a near-brush with Auriga’s teeth. grinning openly, Yarra darts around its side and snaps her jaw, missing it’s woolly flank by a mere inch. squealing, the sheep turns a frantic circle, it’s fear so potent Yarra can taste it on the wind. she opens her mouth and lets it bathe her tongue, relishing it’s terror as though it were a wonderfully delicious morsel. "Speech"

This is their loyalty. They are both wretched girls of blood and gore, horrible, twisted creatures-- but they are sisters, and their loyalty is deep. Soon they will find Sephiran, and they will be a full family again, but Auriga would fight for any of them; they are all her kin, and they accepted her when father would not. That bastard. Auriga's thoughts turn to him for a moment and she has to fight the snarl that builds. No-- this sheep will meet its end. She will make it hurt, and it will be glorious. Yarra approaches from the opposite side, and the idiot creature spins towards her. Auriga misses with her first little snap, but that's alright; she wants to see it scream, wants to hear its horror. Auriga bounds after it, tail high, stride eager; the smell of terror hits her nose and she laughs, catching up just enough to slam her side into the sheep, to send it staggering, tripping, falling. Fear-dumb eyes upturn to hers, and she allows the sheep to stand, only to bully it back towards Yarra with snaps of her jaws. They're slowly closing in on it, tightening a circle around the sheep, but there's still time to savor the chase. "Auriga"

the sheep falls, and Yarra’s heart picks up with the thrill of it, mouth watering. not yet, she keeps telling herself, knowing it will all be sweeter if they savour this - if they draw out this wretched prey’s misery a little longer. stay your hand. the sheep clambers clumsily back to its feet and all but stumbles into her per Auriga’s direction. Yarra feigns for its throat, teeth snapping and spittle flying, and the sheep screams again and almost falls onto its back with fear. a sudden laugh tears itself from her throat, though it’s more a snarl than anything vaguely joyous. she rounds it’s other side in a tight little circle, snapping at its heels while it dances in place, frozen with terrified indecision. Yarra absolutely adores the complete despair that fills its face as it begins to realise, all at once, what was a given the moment Auriga spotted it: it’s going to die. Yarra allows it a moment to come to this realisation - and then springs up and latches her teeth on one ear, sinking canines through cartilage and vein. the sheep rears back, sending Yarra flying, but she leaps back to her feet and spits out the bloodied object clenched between her teeth: a single ear. the sheep is bleating in agony and thrashing around, blood streaming down its face in rivers of scarlet - and Yarra shoots her sister a conspiratorial grin, her meaning obvious as she laps blood from her face. let’s end this. "Speech"

The sheep clambers clumsily to its feet, but even as it tries to rise again, Auriga and her sister, synchronous, close the gaps. They draw their net closed. The sheep realizes it is trapped, and it is desperate. There's a moment of fleeting, horrible realization in those dumb eyes, and Auriga's lips curl up into a smug, satisfied smile as she sweeps her tail side to side, a long, slow wagging motion that does nothing to hide the smirk growing across her face. Yes. This is what she wants. The sheep looks at her, and then Yarra's rending its ear, making it rear and scream.

Auriga charges forward as it does. She hits the sheep in the chest, bowling it over, knocking it down; she lowers her head, and without any ceremony, she begins to rend through wool. Still, she takes her time, yanking the sheep's protective coat away in brutal, eager bites, until she's no longer yanking away the wool at all and is instead sinking hungry teeth into the belly of the sheep, jerking her head back, rending its guts open and apart. The sheep, of course, screams -- but what sheep wouldn't, seeing its guts spill upon the earth?

Auriga sneers down at it.

Her jaws click together, and she lowers her head to tug a strand of gut-meat free, making sure the sheep can see its own glistening entrails.

"Auriga"

the gore is magnificent and sudden and so horrifically brutal it’s practicality a work of art; the skill with which her sister takes the sheep down, the rending of skin from flesh and flesh from bone, the shrieks of agony as their quarry is devoured. Yarra merely watches for a moment as Auriga tears the sheep apart, admiring the display of strength and violence with unyielding familial pride. this is who they are, this is what it is to be a Saxe. rounding the thrashing carcass (it’s still twitching, still crying, but in Yarra’s eyes it was dead the moment they saw it) she comes face to face with it and allows it’s gaze to roll up and meet her own. they’re dulling, fading as the life seeps from its stomach, and it seems to watch Yarra with weary acceptance - perhaps supposing there’s nothing she could do to it that Auriga hasn’t already performed. it’d be wrong. working with gleeful methodology, Yarra scoops each eyeball from its socket, sinking a single claw past nerves and vein until twin marbles sit at her feet in a bloodied mess. she takes them carefully into her mouth and moved to her sister’s side, placing them beside the disemboweled sheep guts. an offering, a gift. a trophy. then she begins peeling it’s wool back, trying to maintain the integrity of the pelt as Auriga had requested. "Speech"

Yarrabelle is, of course, the eager participant. Auriga casts her sister a delighted smile and snickers, jaws covered in gore; the eyeballs come out, and Auriga leans down, her jaws snapping at the creature again. As it struggles, she hooks her jaw, squinting, beaming ear to ear as she's given the eyes as a gift. A gift! Perfect.

Auriga twists. This?

This part right here, while the creature still spasms, while the sheep still bleats?

This is art. She reaches out to touch her sister's paw at one point. "No, no, like this." She murmurs, throat thick, voice tight. If she had a woman, she would -- oh, fuck her over the corpse itself, the twitching, dying thing --

Auriga snorts and gets back to harvesting the pelt of the sheep, slowly, tortuously, pulling the creature's skin away. It doesn't stop screaming, even as she degloves its ribcage. Beautiful. How fucking beautiful.

"Auriga"

“no, no, like this.” Yarra’s head snaps to her sister, eyes narrowed as she observes Auriga’s instructions. anyone else and she might’ve fancied ripping their spleen from their pelt just for daring to correct her - but, well, this is her sister, her most treasured Saxe. and Auriga has proven her worth, as both Saxe and sister, many times over. Yarra trusts in her abilities as deeply as she is capable, and so she does nothing but wordlessly comply, nodding as she returns to her bloody task. when the sheep has been stripped completely bare, writhing as it’s bloodied, pink flesh shimmers wetly like a newborn babe, Yarra presses herself to her sister’s side and aims to lick a stripe down Auriga’s cheek, smearing gore into her fur - the Saxe equivalent of sisterly affection. “what now, Riga?” she pants, voice high with adrenaline and barely veiled excitement. it’s a bloody kind of thrill, the electricity of inevitable carnage, of death. it’s her song and it plays in a disjointed rhythm in her brain. “you mentioned a plan, dear sister. today i am your willing servant; merely voice what you require of me.” an unhinged, throaty cackle lifts into the air, it’s acidity enough to strip bark from trees and pluck birds from the sky. "Speech"