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A fight broke out between two male mountain goats. Hunt Opportunity

I am so, so sorry this took forever and a half. I figured the best thing, all things considered, is to wrap this up, so you're welcome to finish this thread off in whatever way you please :) @Minka & @Tokino

She wasn't going to let them hoodwink her and steal her prey. She wasn't going to let them send the victor off into the cold night. He, would not go anywhere. Anger, a cold, vehement thing, exploded in her gut, but experience and expertise won out. Cézanne held her ground, one second, two seconds. The chasing female left off. The goat kept on running, blindly.Stars aligned and instincts locked; Cézanne exploded into motion. It was the hunt, the chase, the pulse through hot veins; it was life, in all its dark beauty and romanticized mystery. It was life, and she was its master.Long legs folded and extended. Fangs sank into unwary flesh, severing tendons and veins with a single, swift bite. The goat, once victor and now yet another loser, loosened a pained bleat to the skies, the sound of success thwarted—the sound of Cézanne's victory.

She grinned in the darkness, and let go of the beast's haunch. He would not die yet, not here, so close to a pack—he dragged himself through snow, a red trail for the content wolf to follow, padding along behind him languidly. He was warm; she was cold. Blood stained her teeth and lips, red along the cream of her muzzle. She licked her lips with a backward glance. Let them feast on their fallen prey. She had conquered something far better. Today was not the day she would bend her knees and will to someone else, no. Grinning to herself Cézanne pushed herself into a trot, following behind her dinner.

(This post was last modified: Mar 15, 2014, 09:45 AM by Cezanne.)

Just gonna post and finish this thing off here :)

The hot blood that surged down her throat was a heaven send, and her instincts were trained upon their meal, they would survive. Hunger had become constant for them and a true meal like the one before them now would be few and far between. Soon they would have to call for the rest of the pack to come and fill their bellies as well, but as alpha's rights Minka was able to eat first. So intent she was on the meat that the loner had been shoved to the back of her mind, something not to worry about, at least not for the time being. She knew that technically Tokino being second in command meant that he should eat behind Sloane, but as a reward and celebration of his promotion the alpha moved backward and motioned him forward. Pride filled her chest as she looked to the grey man and the kill that they had made, because of them her family would eat, they would survive.

There was a sudden blur of motion in her peripheral and Minka swung around, hackles raised and a snarl ripping from her throat in an instant. This would not be taken from them and she would hobble anyone who thought any differently. Long gone was the runt of the litter who was pushed around by her siblings, Minka was quickly growing into her potential, becoming the leader she was meant to be. Golden eyes narrowed and watched as the stranger retreated, chasing after the form of the victorious goat like a fool, It will surely injure her, or she will at least chase it far enough not to come back the thought was enough to comfort her for the time being, but she made a mental note to add an extra border patrol at nightfall.

Satisfied that the loner would no longer cause a threat to the pack Minka raised her muzzle to the sky and called for them. Tonight they would feast like the kings they were.

FADE OUT

fate hasn't finished

MINKA LEIGH

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