blood on the ice {Seasonal Event!}

Ashe followed after Kalt with silent pawsteps. The moment the deer came into view, the wolf lowered herself close to the ground and went as still as stone. Within moments, she vanished entirely. Her mouth watered as the scent overpowered near everything else, her pupils dilating as she flicked her gaze between each deer. Hungry. She glanced at Kalt as he took aim, and her muscles coiled in preparation as she followed the tip of his arrow to the target. Briefly she wondered why this was the plan, why he didn't go for the eye or another immediate death.    The moment she heard the slight groan of his bowstring, she banished the thought and locked her eyes on the doe in his sights. He knew she needed this, that was why.    She sensed the release of his breath just as he loosed his arrow. There was a thud of it striking the doe, her bleat, the clamor of the herd fleeing -    The wolf shot forward in a streak of jet black and flying snow, materializing from nothing. Her paws devoured the earth as feral eyes zeroed in on the doe, the scent of blood overpowering everything. She knew that a wolf alone would be taking a steep risk in attempting to take down a deer. One mortally wounded, however? Ashe's jaws parted, lips pulled back as she made a powerful leap forward at the doe, snapping her jaws at her legs. She was weak, bleeding - blood that splattered her nose, hot, fresh - and she would fall, trip, something to give Ashe her chance. Hungry. She snarled and snapped her jaws at the stumbling deer's back leg.    She growled with satisfaction when she felt her teeth clamp down over the slender leg, blood dribbling into her mouth with the snap of bones between her jaws. She was forced to release when the doe threw her other hoof at Ashe's head. She barked and didn't hesitate as her prey went down, descending upon it with wild and hungry eyes. With a leap forward, she snapped her teeth down just below the deer's jaws - locked around her windpipe, tearing through flesh as she thrashed against the wolf's bite. Blood, hot and thick, poured through her teeth and over her tongue, drawing growls from deep in her chest. She bit down harder, her jaws, neck, and shoulders aching as she fought to hold on. Hungry. Mine.    The doe's fighting became weak struggling. Vibrant red stained the snow and steamed, and Ashe was still growling as she held the doe to the ground by her throat. The deer stopped moving, but her jugular was still pulsing under Ashe's teeth, and she was going to rip into the prey's throat, end the struggle - there were thicker hindquarters to sink her teeth into, entire mouthfuls waiting for her -    Feral eyes snapped up at the sound of footsteps approaching, and her growl jumped in volume as she crouched lower to her kill. Mine. Ashe