Her arrow careened through the air, setting its mark upon the creature's muscular and well padded haunch. It could be a gesture that was full of victory and one that would send a howl of triumph to ring from her vocal chords, but not even a smirk happened to pass over her muzzle at this moment when the arrow placed itself in the wapiti's hide. It was still running, pushing forth, even through its struggles. She had witnessed many times before how creatures would recover from several shots made, braving the fine sharpened points of the arrows, quite presumably even living on after they had successfully escaped from their captors. The wapiti were certainly stronger than they looked in a predator's eyes, Asha knew that much.
The wapiti's essence was beginning to spill forth from its wound, decorating the air and ground with its distinct liquid of life. Her keen canine senses, like any other canine's nose, immediately picked up on the rich, metallic aroma that sent her glands immediately watering and sending her instinctual psyche into almost a blood lusting frenzy. She had to keep her calm, however. Had to keep her endurance in check, had to keep herself self-possessed. The other predator who was still trailing right after the elk, it was a figure that was built streamlined, and his movement blended in well with the surroundings at the speed he was going. She was still not able to discern his visage, but that wasn't a concern right now. If anything, her attention was focused more upon the fact whether or not the Lupus hunter would make the strike to take it down. Even though Asha had intentionally wanted to keep the wapiti for herself and her tribe members, even she at this moment couldn't be selfish. The AniWaya weren't starving to death.
The Ayastigi still ran after the two, seeing as how the rest of the herd has dispersed into other zigzagging directions. Her running held much more quality in her Optime form than any other form, due to the fact that she did not shift regularly, but like the other hunter, was already beginning to feel the effects of feeling winded. It was then the distance began to shorten dramatically, and before one knew it the Lupus hunter had lunged to take a fatal bite to the wapiti's neck. Now that the wapiti was getting dragged down by the sheer force of the wolf's jaws, Asha had halted in her path to make another shot. Loading the arrow and throwing her shoulders back, her eyes focused upon the elk's flank, closest to its available lung. Curling her tail behind her, the Ayastigi took in a deep breath and at the end of her exhale, let the arrow fly.
Hightailing in a straighter line this time, the second arrow hit its mark precisely where her amber gaze intended it to go, adding yet another fatal and possibly ending wound to the wapiti. There was a gurgling cry that emitted from it, although the sound in its throat was compressed tightly by the jaws of the hunter crushing its wind pipe. It had been seized, either way, with the jaws of the wolf upon its neck, and now a second arrow devastating its lung. The Amara stood in her place, catching her breath, watching from a distance as the life of the wapiti was drained from its eyes and its body. Also, it was an opportunity to see a little of the hunter's visage, in which her gaze was then more intent on studying than that of the dying elk.
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