Come down, come down sweet reverence

Jynn worked her way up the side of the volcano. Now dormant it had apparently erupted not long before she'd first arrived in Boreas. By now much of the vegetation had grown back but there were still spiked of burnt trees and tendrils of charred earth to remind visitors of the danger the volcano presented. It was sleeping for now, that didn't mean it wouldn't wake again in the future. Jynn kept alert for signs she needed to beat a hasty retreat but for the most part all seemed well.

As she peaked over a ridge she noticed a cluster of bighorn sheep in the area. In particular she noticed a smaller male nursing an injured leg. Hmm… potential prey?

How he’d found himself trailing the path of Jynn, he did not know. Only that she provided to be a perfect hunting partner. As he ascended the volcano to reach where she stood, Cifarelli said nothing. No words of acknowledgment left his mouth. Only attending his gaze to lock on where her attention registered the gathering of sheep. Their horns obvious under the sun’s gaze. Grazing on the newly grown vegetation that rested along the long mountainous landscape. Those that sat still charred were ignored. Being trampled over with every hoof step they took. He snorted soundlessly as he then glanced towards Jynn with a raised brow. "Speech"

Come down, come down sweet reverence

Jynn watched the movement of the sheep, noting the older male and females seemed to be heading away. The younger male limped after but kept his distance. A challenger that had been cast aside perhaps? There were a few signs of injury on the larger male but he seemed far better off than the smaller one.

A shadow flitted in the corner of her eye and she turned to see Cifarelli, an incredibly skilled hunter who added much needed strength to any hunting opportunity. She grinned and nodded her head in acknowledgement and greeting. She spoke quietly and quickly. "The injured male." Gesturing gently to the injured beast she continued to speak. "Let's run it down." Jynn was a simple hunter, not given to complex plans. Their quarry was wounded and would inevitably fall behind.

She ducked low and crept amongst the rocks, her shoulder blades raising and falling sharply as she stalked. Her orange coat though bright to her fellows was simply gray to most of her prey. When she got as close as she dared her slender legs coiled beneath her and she launched herself at the sheep.

Immediately the more fit animals scattered. The injured male bolted to his feet but the wounded front left leg quaked under the sudden need to support weight.

Cifarelli remained silent. But, brought his body into position. Lowering hisself just like Jynn and together they moved as one. Every paw matched hers. Each step placed in unison. There wasn’t a single mishap on either ends. His eyes locked onto the injured sheep. Its clumsiness revealed the moment the orange canid launched across the space. Closing the distance in long strides with him at her heels. His jaws snapped open and close with a high toned snarl. The scattering of the herd frantic. While leaving the weak behind to meet its fate. Silently, Cifa hoped the hunt would not end so abruptly. What fun would it be to catch a prey so easily? It was why he dared not go after rabbits or any small creatures of the sort. They were far too quick for his liking. He wanted the thrill. Adrenaline pumping into his veins with every stride like this very moment. Both equal in size; yet, different in body shape didn’t stop him from moving forward. Dust and debris swept up in their wake as they continued to pursue the horned animal. "Speech"

Come down, come down sweet reverence

Long, slender legs helped her navigate over the rocky terrain, turning on a dime to keep after her prey. The male was stronger, it would make sense for him to take the kill shot which put her on support, meaning she needed to get the sheep to stumble significantly. The sheep was pushing itself to the limits, spittle flying from its mouth and nostrils, the limb below it growing weaker. Her eyes fixed on that limb, seeking to time her movements. Now!

Just as the sheep's injured leg struck ground she leapt, fangs digging into the sheep's left hind leg. The sheep bleated in pain as it lurched forward, its injured leg suddenly forced to carry more weight than it could support. The wounded limb crumpled beneath the sheep and Jynn swiftly released her hold to leap onto its back, hoping to use her weight to further thwart their prey from rising. Her fangs dug into the side of its neck as she pulled sharply back.

Her swift moves were just as immaculate as the first time they'd hunted together. So precise with every intellectual calculations that lead to the first attack. It wasn't long before the bleating of pain cut through and reached him. Taking advantage of Jynn's positioning on the sheep's back to sink teeth into the fatty muscle of its side. Blood immediately gushed into his mouth like a waterfall. The softly covered flesh spilling over through the sides of a closed jaw. As he tugged sharply back to finally pull the sheep to its belly. There was nothing much it could do. Not with the added weights of two large predators and an injured leg hindering it immobile. Cifarelli growled out in pure content. The once present adrenaline now replaced with a killer instinct as he released the flank. Maneuvering to better find purchase on the exposed throat. The top of his maw brushing against Jynn's. Since she, too, had a grip on the side of his neck. "Speech"

Come down, come down sweet reverence

Her abs tightened, hind legs pulling up to offer some protection as the sheep kicked out awkwardly with its front legs, unable to strike her as she hung onto its neck. Cifarelli moved fluidly forward, fangs latching into the sheep's flank, casting the scent of blood into the air. With a mighty pull the strong male pulled the sheep down, its legs collapsing under it. A moment later his jaws were at its throat. Jynn could hear it struggling for air, the breath whistling out of its collapsing air pipe. It writhed beneath her, struggling to get back to its feet before ultimately succumbing to its fate. Jynn waited a moment more, ears listening for the lack of air before releasing her hold and licking the blood off her lips.

He loosened his grip the moment life no longer claimed their prey. Long, high whistled that once escaped a nose grasping for air fell silent. Leading him to take a step back at their fallen reward. Blood dripped from the tip of his tongue as he panted. Silently welcoming the cold air which came at that moment. The moment he caught his breath, he looked to Jynn. Body finding placement next to the sheep. As a tired yawn broke his yawns wide open. Perhaps a nap would not hurt. Especially since he had plenty more hunts to do before returning to the Polar Sounds. Thus his eyes closed to conceal himself in darkness. A singular paw on his half of the carcass. Nails gripping into the fatty part of the sheep itself. She could take what she wished. But, this half was his. /exit; sleeping Cifa "Speech"