Rainbow Hills — Mandatory Spa Day [Open]

Larkspur's pawsteps had slowed down when the deer flinched back toward their larger hunting partner, relief flooding through them. Good, they would be eating then. They weren't expecting the other wolf to go for a full tackle at the flank rather than go at the creature with their teeth. Well, that was Larkspur's fault for assuming the other wolf had been raised in a traditional pack rather than something new and different - it wouldn't make instinctive sense to someone not raised in that environment to look at Larkspur and immediately know 'killing blows are not for them.' Still, they did their best. Picking up the pace once more in the face of the struggling prey trying to squirm its way free from the other wolf's grasp. They were more than a bit awkward in the way they attempted to imitate the movements of the wolves usually responsible for bringing down big game, they're fairly certain they didn't get a good grip but for once it didn't matter. Their teeth closed around the creature's throat and the wolf pressed and pressed and pressed until finally- Crunch. Immediately the brindled wolf released their quarry, drawing their tongue across their muzzle with a pleased shake. "Finally - I was ready to bury this memory," the wolf groaned, working their jaw a little bit. "Sorry for scaring it the first time." --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.