On some level, Kyna wanted to be the one to deliver the finishing blow. Even the alpha couldn’t say exactly what inspired such a thought – but she was not going to argue with the male beta like a petty child, either. That would be foolish, and a waste of time. The important thing was that they killed the sturgeon as quickly and efficiently as possible, and then return it to one of the pack’s caches. “Yes, I think that sounds about right. And if that isn’t where the neck is…if you break the gills, it cannot breathe, and it will go fairly quickly anyways.”
Killing it instantly was her preference by a mile, but at least this would be quicker than leaving it to slowly dry to death.
With their plan set, the red wolf nodded again, wading into the pool gracefully. It wasn’t even up to her belly – it was amazing the sturgeon was still able to swim at all. The wolves would be able to pin it easily. Her tail whipped back and forth, moving as stealthily as she could. The fish kept moving away, but the pool was only so large, and soon Kyna had it backed into the shallows.
“Are you ready? I’m not sure how long I can hold it if I have to hold it alone.”