Tattered flags unfurled
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With gleaming fangs bared the chocolate wolf would lash out at the animal, his teeth grazing the creatures neck twice before retribution was offered. The animal was hardly going to give itself up with out a fight, Frith was ready to go in for another snap when the dark creature turned towards him, horn bared, and barreled into his side. Incredible pain would lace up his side as he felt the creature wound him. The one horned beast had gored Frith, right beneath his ribs. A cry of pain would ring out as the animal left him, blood following the removal of its weapon. With a snarl Frith would continue running, the adrenaline pumping through him as he continued to run at the animal.
Her cousins set out, travelling along both sides of their chosen goat with their teeth bared in snapping snarls to scarce away the rest of the herd. Some soon began to scatter while others were more hesitant on leaving. However, their particular prey wasn't exactly dumb, and so unexpectedly to Varda, it attempted to flee their chase. Already her brother and father had taken a head start being the first to run to their only opportunity of catching the goat. Who said they could go first? She caught up after them, keeping her strides clean and precise despite it all was a scrambling rush. Her brother delivered a bite to its hind leg, causing the goat to stumble but annoyingly still determined to run. A pesky thing, wasn't it? Her father aimed his teeth for the goat's neck, only to be painfully head-butted by its only horn. The scent of blood trailed through the air as her wide and shocked eyes found the bloodied wound staining her father's ribs. Despite the injury, he continued his pursuit on the animal. Should she display her concern by asking if he was alright? There wasn't time for that; it could left for a later date. The sight only fuelled her energy as her paws thundered faster along the earth, streaking past her father with gaze narrowed. Oh that goat was going down.
She found herself pelting beside the goat's right side, gaining a few inches in distance with every moment that passed. Alongside their prey she ran, her left shoulder aligned with the goat's right shoulder. With all of her body's force, she rammed her left flank into the goat's right flank, making the goat stumble further with its balance slightly disrupted. To avoid any retaliation that the animal might throw at her, she lowered her upper body so her jaws could clamp on the goat's right foreleg - the closest leg. Their prey still needed more weight upon its body to fully collapse to the ground and finally give up its irritating fight. To add to that, it was still alive which meant someone would have to get the neck. Even though Frost seemed rather clueless on the fight earlier, surely she'd figure out where to fill in.
"Speech"
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While the twins continued their role of separating the rest of the herd that still lingered in close proximity, her brother delivered a shove to the goat's hind which assigned his hefty size to helpful use. It was Frost who put their tiring run to an end as their prey finally fell to the ground after having its neck in the secure hold of her jaws. With a bite like that, the animal was sure to lose its life and even if it did miraculously survive, it was in no condition to rise up once more. She released her grip of the goat's limb and took one sidestep to allow the goat to fully collapse to the ground. Once all the movement had ceased, she poked her snout into the creature's exposed shoulder just to see if she would get any reaction. There was nothing other than the stench of blood that filled her nose.
"I think it's dead." she concluded bluntly after pulling her snout away from their prey. Her narrowed eyes examined its stained chest carefully to see if it was still breathing. To be honest, she couldn't tell whether it was taking small, shallow and unnoticeable breaths or had truly fallen victim to the killing bite.
"Speech"
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