Role: Hunter (Finisher), Pack Second
The red eyed wolf moves through the undergrowth, keeping a steady pace. The stalker walks beside him as they keep close to the chasers, not too fast, just fast enough to keep up. He needs to conserve his energy. Finally the prey stumbles and falls, chest heaving, eyes staring wide and scared. It bellows and tries to stagger to its feet as the chasers surround it, panting, tongues lolling. Now’s his chance. The red eyed wolf darts forward, leaving the stalker behind as he bounds across the grass. He opens his jaws and bites down hard on the animal’s neck, it screams, bones crunch. He doesn’t release his grip until the animal goes limp. The prey has been brought down. The pack will eat well tonight.