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As the Great owl made to sweep down again, his aim was effectively cut by another swooping down for the eyes of their prey. He shrieked as did the smaller female remaining aloft above at the audacity of another bird interfering. But while the eagle was only following the orders of its handler, so was the male, and to his handler he cried out in alarm to alert the stalking wolf before returning to his surveying height.
X'yrin was forced to pause in her stalk and witness this disturbance as it transpired. Her remained low to the ground with hackles raised and ears drawn forward in alert. For the moment her eyes were taken off the beast, she hastily swept the grounds for immediate signs of an intrusion. It was foolish to assume that no other would smell the kill, but she had hoped like a fool that the elk would have slowed to its deathly crawl by then. Time was not in her favor, and what little remained was better used now, than later.
Her plan was forced into action earlier than expected but no energy was wasted in damning the unfavorable circumstances. From her quiet stalk, she sprang into hostile action, charging toward the wounded flank of her prey on swift paws of death and vaulted onto its rear to hinder the first of his frantic steps. As her claws honed into his thick hide, he brayed and bucked indignantly and swung his crowned head around to catch the she-wolf on her already wounded and bleeding shoulder. But she held fast to him, endure the smarting cut of his blow with teeth and claws burying deeper into his soft flesh, riding the weak bucks of his flailing limbs as the gaping wound drained more of his life away...