Reward for the hunters’ joint efforts was a still body and little to no injury dealt to them. Truly they were lucky to have made this kill using their own strengths and seamless execution. Coupled with the thrill of success was admiration for her capable companion. Not blessed by the shifters’ gift, still she was able to hold her own and initiate an assault worth the title of Evan’ule; hunter.
Salmon wet the decadent droplets upon a maw stained with gore, savoring the fine taste as if it were the succulent meat of a liver itself. Deadly claws gripped the ground excitedly whilst wild eyes darted across the carcass of their kill. Her companion’s question fell almost deaf to her ears but was spared by the sliver of civility still present in the mind consumed with red. Reluctantly, she parted from the kill setting her sights squarely on the arctic female. “We keep the kill intact for our friends,” she professed, lifted her head in command. “It is only when our hunt is done that we will have a chance to eat. The day is still in our favor, Kiara.”
In so many carefully crafted words; the hunt was still on. One kill was not enough to call an end to their venture. At least another more would be a worthy prize to return with. Even if days such as this continued in their favor in the future, who was to say that their hunt then would be successful? Their streak was good now, why let it end so soon before it was up? Hastily the woman rose having been seated no more than a few minutes. She rounded the carcass, marking its sides with a pungent stream and driving her shoulder possessively into its bulk, ensuring her scent was on it.
“We will have to be quick before the herd wanders too far,” X’yrin alerted her companion to the elk’s movement, her strong muzzle poised toward their retreating direction. Her muscles ached from a time of disuse, but this temporary pain would not be enough to thwart her determination. Same as before, she dove into the brush to stalk their prey, keeping a steady pace with their frantic gallops. Just one more and they could call this hunt finished. Just one more success and another trophy would be within her grasp.
Just one more.