Deeper and deeper they corralled their quarry toward the targeted location, vegetation and fallen branches alike snapping underneath the heavy thundering of hooves and paws. A cacophony of ravenous wolves and their hunger filled growls filling the once silent forest; a forest that in itself seemed eager to aid the natural balance of life as the fumbling bull tripped over broken branches. Forward the bull moose hurtled toward the ground, its fate sealed now that it was left with no chance of escape. It's only option remaining to stand and face its enemies head on, but such an option would not come for the fallen beast.
Citrus orbs watched anxiously as the scene unfolded, a cloud of loose dirt bellowing upwards in the wake of such a might body colliding down onto the earth. An agonized bleating escaped the beast as it struggled to regain its footing, the combined damage of their teeth to its flesh and the slow drainage of blood and infection from its open wound refusing to give its owner the strength it needed. Wobbly legs collapsed under its own weight, another cloud of dust manifesting. It was here than an opportune moment to strike presented itself as the moose's head angled in such a way it kept the dangerous points upon its rack away from Eirian, nostrils flaring in acknowledgement that the battle was already over.
Saliva coated tongue swiftly swiped across a coal black nose in anticipation, dark agouti frame bounding through the vegetation separating himself and the bull with ease to circle the fallen prey. If he was going to end this for good he would need to strike now before even a fraction of movement was made on the quarry's behalf. The once mighty bull may be down, but one swift kick delivered by a sharp hoof would still prove dangerous. He had to be quick. One last victorious growl bubbled from Eirian's throat before jaws parted to reveal tarnished teeth, body lurching forward to sink the points of his fangs into the exposed jugular. Immediately a gurgled bellow met the inner tufts of his splayed back ears, the most delectable and metallic taste of life's sweet nectar greeting his awaiting mouth as jaws clamped down firmly to crush the windpipe nestled between his teeth.
For a few minutes the male stayed still, the struggling becoming less and less frequent until attentive eyes caught the final exhale of oxygen depleted longs. The glimmer of life faded completely from those large brown eyes. It was over. Only then did he release his grip, crimson liquid staining the creamy hairs of his muzzle and chest like a badge of honor. Panting, a few steps back were taken to allow his body a chance to recoup, the soaring levels of adrenaline all but gone now with the rush over leaving nothing but the tiredness of his muscles to slowly set in. They were victorious.