Shallows Edge What!? No - Printable Version

Sachiel held back, for a split second, before charging at the cow alongside his packmates. He observed their methods first, his mismatched eyes following Askan first before flitting over to the tawny shape of Lyanna. It did not take him long to follow suit, his gangly body flying launching through the air toward the injured cow. He bounded to the side opposite of the golden-eyed female, his jaws reaching for any exposed flesh within reach. The boy wasn’t trying to connect with his target every time—he was trying to push it toward his packmates so they could deliver blows of their own. A fourth wolf had joined their party—Remington, one of the founding members. She dove in without hesitation, her silver body striking with precision.

He sunk his jaws into her armpit, his head shaking back and forth as his teeth tore at her skin. He pulled, hard, toward the ground, determination fuelling his actions as he attempted to knock the cow off balance so one of his packmates could go for her throat or exposed stomach…

I don't care if heaven won't take me back

The cow bellowed in both pain and panic as she struggled, flailing and kicking in an attempt to dislodge her attackers. No matter how hard she tried they just wouldn't let go, she only had one choice left. She would have to try to run, even if that meant dragging the wolves along for a little.

Honestly, Askan was surprised that the cow still had so much fight left in her. By no means had he assumed she would just lay down and bare her throat, but she was making this far more difficult than it had to be. Even with three sets of jaws ripping and tearing she still flailed, wild and dangerous. For a moment the Edge Lord considered ordering Sachiel to back off, lest he received a hoof to the face, but they were struggling to contain her with three wolves and the task would be near impossible with two. To Askan's relief, another wolf appeared on the scene and charged into the fray, Remington. Better late than never.

The elk stumbled, dragging the wolves along as their paws scrabbled in the dirt for purchase. Each step was agony, her vision blurred around the corners and her legs wobbled- then with a terrible yank to her throat she lost her footing and landed on the floor with a painful thud.

Askan pulled in a lungful of air as he fell upon the cow once more, she was down but she most definitely wasn't out. His snout was already stained with blood, but so much more was about to be shed.

He, too, was surprised by the fight in the cow. She was resilient and stubborn; clinging onto the remaining minutes of her life in a desperate attempt to flee the scene. But the quartet continued to gnaw at her wounded hide, weakening her and causing more blood to spill. He swayed with the cow as she stumbled, her knobbly legs finally buckling beneath the weight of the wolves. Askan gave a final tug at her throat, causing her legs to give out beneath her and her body to sink to the ground with a dull thud. He couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his tawny, blood-stained features as he followed Remington’s lead and leaned into the cow’s body in an attempt to keep her rooted to the ground. His teeth were no longer needed—enough damage had been done to the cow. Her eyes would soon glaze over and her body would grow still. She would serve the Edge wolves well in the coming days.

I don't care if heaven won't take me back

The cow had no fight left in her, she laid stone still, covered in blood as her breathing ceased. And just like that it was all over, another life snuffed out. Askan felt no remorse as he looked down at his handiwork, at the deep gashes he had inflicted to her throat. It was messy, inelegant but clearly effective. At least her death had been relatively quick, any and all suffering she'd gone through she'd brought down on herself. She couldn't have struggled so damn much, if she'd just accepted her fate it would have been so much easier. But honestly, Askan sort of enjoyed it. Liked knowing that his efforts had been rewarded, that his pack would have full bellies for days to come. Yeah, he was pretty damn good at this leading thing. Or so he liked to think, no one was going hungry on his watch.

Licking his lips, Askan turned to the other's with a grin.

"Not bad, right?" He pressed a front paw down onto her side, as though to claim his prize. "Found her all on my own." His grin grew even wider then, oh no, he was getting smug. "But I'm feeling charitable so tuck in."

Even though he intended to take the juicer cuts for himself-and maybe save some for Reyes, when he finally showed his handsome face- Askan wasn't so greedy he'd make the other's watch and wait. There was more than enough to go around, even those who didn't show would get a bit. Without further ado, Askan bowed down and took his first bite. Food always tasted that much better when it was fresh, when the blood was still warm.

His mismatched gaze swept over his packmates as the cow’s breathing came to a stop, excitement causing his body to tremble and his tail to wag frantically behind him. Success! What a fantastic prize for the Edgy wolves—a well deserved one, too. They had endured enough coyotes in the recent weeks and suffered a blow to their caches due to the lack of food being brought in but this cow had practically knocked on their door and would now offer them days—maybe even weeks!—of food. He beamed. It was a victory for the Edgy Crew. He waited for Askan and Lyanna to dig in first before gnawing at the meat on her shoulder. He was not picky when it came to what part of the cow he ate—he was too hungry to care. And it all tasted the same as far as he was concerned. The meat gave him a burst of energy—something he had not felt in weeks. It gave him hope that they would be able to overcome the scrawny vermin that plagued the nearby forests and that they would resume their regular hunting soon. The cow made him realize how much he missed larger game… he could only munch of rabbits and squirrels for so long before he grew tired of their lean meat. He craved substance—which was exactly what the cow was providing. It also made him realize how well the Edge wolves worked together. They weren’t just packmates but they were family, and he was incredibly thankful for the wolves in his life.