The desert most certainly didn't feel like a pleasant place to be, but now that the temperatures all across Boreas were beginning to cool she was slightly more inclined to give it a try. The sun was still quite bright, but at least the temperature didn't quite match the intensity of the sun above them. She followed some hoof prints and a scent she wasn't entirely familiar with, but it wasn't too unlike the striped equines they had come across before so she hoped perhaps it was another herd of those kind of creatures. They had been fun to hunt and from the hoof prints they were following away from the prairie she had a feeling that at whatever it was must be at least slightly similar.

When they crested a dune toward the edge of the desert it was revealed what they had been tracking which in fact wasn't the striped horses from before, but a herd of wild asses. They were moving steadily through the sands, but were plenty slow enough that they could easily catch up to the stocky beasts. She cast a glance over to Alastor beside her with a little shrug and a smirk, saying, "Well, not what we were looking for, but... might as well since they're here, right?" It wasn't like they really needed an excuse to hunt the creatures. Hunting and killing was as much a means of survival as a pastime and a turn on for them.

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Alastor had never been to a desert before, but he decided very quickly that he didn't care for it. First, there was far too much sand. It was coarse and rough and it got everywhere! The second was that he could literally not hide anywhere. With a lack of any sort of foliage or shelter, he was a giant black canine silhouetted against golden dunes. You could see him coming from a mile away. Third was the sun, which sat high and bright and fat almost directly overhead. Although the winter season had chased away some of the more oppressive heat, the desert still remained uncomfortably hot, and being that he wore a thick black coat 24/7, Alastor was not a happy camper right now.

The hulking brute scowled while trudging alongside his mate, using all of his self-control to keep from grumbling in a cartoonish fashion every step of the way. Why the fuck had she chosen to come all the way out here?! For the longest while, there was literally nothing in sight—until they came across a number of hoofed prints in the sand. It looked like a herd of small equines; maybe more of the stripey horses again? Either way, Manea seemed dead set on killing one, so off they went! After some time walking, they found a herd of wild asses, the dopey and loudly braying creatures irritating Alastor for reasons he couldn't explain. Manea shrugged and suggested they have fun with them since they were here anyway. Alastor gave her a wicked grin and a nod. Maybe some bloodshed would take his mind off of this miserable place—and maybe it'd give him an excuse to tumble about on the dunes with his mate for a while.

With no way for them to hide or use stealth for this hunt, Alastor settled on what he did best: brute force and shock tactics. The wolf bared his fangs in a snarl as he rocketed toward the asses, large paws kicking up a cloud of yellowish sand as he ran straight for the nearest ass. The animal didn't have a chance to react, its reflexes far too slow to even register the behemoth before Alastor was taking its legs off the ground with his jaws around its throat, crushing down on bone and muscle and sinew while he swung the ass like it weighed nothing into the air to come slamming back down into the ground, dead before it even made impact. Empty sharklike eyes leered at the rest of the herd that had realized they were under attack and began braying in panicked confusion, blood dripping from his muzzle. There were four left. He intended to make sure none remained.


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It only took the mention of hunting and killing to turn Alastor's sour mood around and it took no convincing at all before he was giving her a grin and racing down the dune toward the unsuspecting asses. She grinned and chuckled as she watched him for a moment before taking off herself, loping down the sandy dune and making a beeline right for the dumb, stocky creatures. Alastor slammed into one immediately, crushing down around its neck and slamming it to the ground, but she wasn't far behind him. Not more than a second after the wild asses started their panicked braying, she grabbed one of the remaining four beasts by their back leg and gave a hard yank until it went toppling onto its side. She was on its throat immediately, biting deep and crushing through muscle to bone and ripping away a sizable chunk of its windpipe. It only struggled for a few moments before she finished crunching through its spine and gave it the same fate as the one Alastor had first killed - though no doubt he'd be going for a second by now.

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The nice thing about the donkeys were that they were stupid and slow. The small herd tried to flee, but Manea had taken down a second one without any resistance. Alastor watched with demented glee while they tried to escape down one of the sandy dunes, giving them a five second head start before launching himself after them. Heavy paws kicked up sand as he flew after the next nearest one, running slightly higher on the dune than it was, and then pouncing like a raptor flying through the air to come crashing down on the ass's back. The equine brayed in fear, an awful cacophonous noise, nearly collapsing under the weight of the dire wolf. It tried to buck Alastor, but it was unable to get the footing needed in the soft sand. Alastor placed his giant paws over the donkey's eyes, then with a maniacal laugh, dug his claws through the soft jelly consistency of its retinas.

The ass gave a screaming bray of pain and fear as its world went dark. Alastor fell from the donkey as it stumbled and collapsed, the blind animal scrambling about in the dune and tumbling all over itself while it tried to figure out which way was right side up. Alastor watched the crippled creature with another laugh, the wicked sound drawing a panicked cry from it. As fun as it was watching the animal scurry about in its blindness, Alastor wanted to feel it die more. Stalking up to the flailing beast, Alastor caught the ass in his paws to hold it still and keep out of reach from its kicking hooves. The donkey tried to squirm away, but all it did was expose its tender throat for the lupine fangs reaching for flesh.

Alastor felt his fangs sink through tender meat, tasted the blood in his mouth, but this time he didn't thrash or bite down or crush. Instead, he held his jaws locked tight around the ass's throat, choking it with his jaws and teeth. The donkey tried to call out for help, but no sounds left the dying animal. Alastor held it tight in his lethal embrace, counting the seconds as they slipped by. Moment by moment, he felt the ass's fight leave its body as he denied it life-giving oxygen. A shudder of ecstasy rolled down his spine to feel the life slipping away from the creature, tasting the blood seeping out around his teeth to coat his tongue. It took only a couple of minutes for the ass to fall still, and then a minute more to make sure its heart had stopped beating. Another shiver of delight, and then Alastor tossed the corpse aside, rising to his paws to shake the golden sand from his fur and find his mate.


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Manea briefly glanced toward Alastor as he darted off to catch and torment another of the beasts, but she let her gaze lock onto one of the other wild asses instead as it darted away from her husband and accidentally into her reach instead. With a wicked grin she leapt back to her paws, kicking up sand as she jumped into a hard run across the dune to catch up with her prey and once she was running along side it she pushed off the sand so that she could hook her claws deep into its back near its hips, earning her some of those pained brays as it stumbled and struggled to keep going with her added weight yanking it down to the ground. Her claws dug deep enough to scrape against the bone of the ass' spine before she wrangled it down onto the ground. Releasing its back she instead digging her claws into its round stomach while it flailed and struggled under her to try and get back up, but before it could manage she ripped her razor sharp claws all across the width of its stomach, pouring blood and guts out onto the sand. She hopped back and chuckled as it got to its hooves, but only for a moment before collapsing again, repeating the process a couple more times before finally giving up and quickly succumbing to the vicious wounds she had left it with.

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Alastor watched while Manea eviscerated the other wild ass, pulling it to the ground so her feline-like claws could rend through its flesh and rip it open like a macabre parcel. Blood and viscera spilled from its guts, trails of intestines dangling from the donkey while it kicked away and tried to run, only to collapse and succumb to the trauma and blood loss. The dire brute felt a shiver of desire run down his spine and settle between his thighs while he watched the display, the last of the fleeing asses completely forgotten as he stared at his wife's own shapely ass, a different sort of hunger and lust overcoming him. No longer did he care about the relentless sun or the incessant sand. He wanted Manea.

Without a word, Alastor strode over to his mate, noting how she was also wearing a healthy coating of blood around her muzzle and face. He grinned at the sight of his bloody queen, lifting a large paw to catch her jaw and hold her still while he ran a long, slow lick over her muzzle, tasting the blood on her while he cleaned her. She was beautiful always, but she was even more beautiful when she was covered in blood. Still holding her muzzle, Alastor brought his lips hard to hers, claiming her mouth in a heated kiss. While he slid his tongue into her maw, the behemoth looped his free foreleg around her side to literally sweep her off her feet, bringing her down to the soft, powdery and warm sands beneath them. He didn't give a damn if they got covered in sand, and he didn't give a damn if any other wolves lurked in the desert to see them. He wanted Manea, and he wasted no time in positioning himself on top of her and having his way with her.

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