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Hunting was considered a sacred and very fulfilling act to the Sidhe, for it tapped into the instinct of the inner wolf of the ancient wolves before the time of the virus infected canines and also strengthened the bonds of those in which it took place with. As placid and serene as Alae was on the surface, she could feel her inner wolf burning with the desire for bloodshed and the hunt. Feeling the trickle of the metallic taste of blood on her tongue sent her senses in a frenzy. As soon as her jaws seized the fragile ankle of the deer, Saul was already in the front, exploding his presence from his concealment and sinking his jaws into the jugular of life from the deer. The death was instant and quick, the deer not giving another bleat of pain before it fell limp. Instantly the body fell weak, giving into the captive jaws of its predators, but falling victim to the destruction of its jugular.
Still moving at an immense speed, it was like Alae practically shoved the deer right into Saul, and Saul counter shoved it right back to her; feeling the petite blow of their prey as it was caught between them. While her simple snap of jaws upon its ankle was enough to have it stumble right into Saul, her grip was still iron cast upon its ankle, although the real desecration was Saul's grip upon its neck, to which he began to violently gash his head back and forth to make sure his razor fangs cut deep enough into the neck and severed any more veins to provide oxygen and blood to the brain. Alae let him have his opportunity at this, feeling the urge to do the same and rip the limb right from the socket as is, but controlled the savage inner wolf within her; it would be an unnecessary thing for her to do anyway. With her grip on its ankle, she could feel its pulse of life rapidly, but then instantly faded away once Saul went in for the kill.
Pupils wide and dilated, her breath bellowed from her nostrils and the sides of her jaws. A few seconds of keeping a tight grip on the last twitch of the deer's legs for a certainty that it was brought down, Alae released her grip and backed away some. Her jaw was tight, as well as her muscles instantly fatigued from breaking out in such a quick stride that she had to sit back and take a break for a minute to calm herself. Her nerves were still frayed and wild, keeping her enlarged eyes upon Saul's hold while her tongue slid out in a pant. She could still taste some remnants of blood that she was able to obtain, and licked at her leathery lips eagerly, the cavern of her mouth dripping in hunger. She would not make a move, however, until Saul's word came. This was his set up for a hunt after all, and it was his first word and move thereafter.
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