The rush of endorphins began to waver, and each breath squeezed him with a mild bout of pain. The Lyall's attention remained on the situation at hand. Eyes locked on the deer, as it continued to fight even now fallen and no room to escape. Already feeling he had pushed his luck, he held back. He did not feel the need to tell either of them how to do their part. But, was glad to see how wisely Sven bid his time till the kicks had slowed, and then finished off the gash he had created. Why Enoki ensured its death by a deadly hold. Swiftly, putting it out of its misery.

 The scent of blood was thick in his nostrils, and his mouth salivated. At last the life of the deer finally huffed out, and he would feel no remorse about the feast they were about to have. The leader's tail forcefully beat the air, and he smirked to the pair. It was a nice victory they had made together.  While the others were not here, he felt it was a good start for the Ridge. Forging bonds, and this would keep the pack fed for a good deal of time. It was not far from their own borders.

As the young Archer gave room to him and Enoki,Renier edged his way to the side of the matriarch, swiftly wolfing down pieces of entrails. Teeth tore further at the stomach, greedy for a thick piece of muscle. He ripped skin away, finding what he was after, and then he mindfully stepped back to a white patch of snow to nimble on. Before he started he gestured to Sven he should eat up as well. Then tipping back his head his voice rose again, calling the others to join them for a well deserved meal.