A final squeal was quickly silenced by the hungry growls of his packmates; the female pig had been defeated. Pride rushed through his veins, fuelling his movements as he continued to snap at the larger pig’s rear. Four had been able to take down the smaller pig — they would need a few more mouths if they wanted to finish this one off. A growl escaped him, calling for his packmates to turn their attack to the male pig; they could feast later. Their attention needed to be focused on the remaining threat as he would be out for revenge now that it's companion had been felled.

The pig had chosen it's target for revenge quickly.

Without warning the pig threw itself in Greer’s direction, clearly fed up with his consist nipping. If the creature landed on him it could end up disastrous: Greer was not in the market for any broken bones. He flung himself backward, ricocheting off the ground and somersaulting away from the rolling monster. Scrambling to his paws his teeth flashed white as another snarl erupted from his throat. Throwing himself at the exposed pig the shadow went for the creature’s throat, his head thrashing back and forth as he hoped to rip tear it out. This vermin would not be leaving the meadow alive: the only way he was going to be leaving was in the stomach of the ridge wolves. 

He had not thought this through. He had not realized his stubby legs would not allow him to get up very easily, and had not calculated how low the probability of every wolf somehow slithering underneath him to be crushed. As it was, he left his underside exposed to the whole lot of him. And the shadow, so nimble, was able to avoid his thunderous weight with ease. So easily it all unraveled before him. It felt kinda funny, funny in a painfully ironic that he could not even really see his own death as it came upon him. It was just a darkness that rushed upon him, more pain that came from his stomach instead of his shoulders. As the lights began to fade he could see the hard, glittering eyes of one of the dogs as it came upon him and buried it's face into his neck.

And that was it.

With the brute force of the rest of the pack joining in as Greer tore at the pig’s throat, it did not take long for the larger pig to fall as well. The pig’s blood splashed at his face as it fell, taking the shadow prince down with it. He could feel the pig’s last breath rattle through the remaining pieces of its throat as its eyes grew dull, body limp. Only then did Greer release himself from the beast, a piece of its throat coming with him as he found his footing, mercury gaze studying the scene around him. Wraith was ecstatic — he went to thank the Grizzly wolf for the part she played in the demise of the boars, before turning to members of their pack with an excited expression etched across his maw. Greer, too, was excited — the two boars alone would provide enough food for weeks.

Swallowing the piece of boar he had taken with him, the bloodied prince searched for his sister among the crowd as he waited for further instruction. They would feast, of course, but then they would also have to bring back meat to the caches. They could not afford to waste such valuable meat. He glanced over at the silent Capable, whose excitement was subdued like his own. A faint smile worked its way onto his lips as he nodded at the the agouti female before turning his attention to Morganna once more. Hunger clawed at his stomach like hot knives; it was time for the Ridge wolves to celebrate and feast.

Fade.