In its final moments, the doe felt only pain – but it was pain transformed to its most powerful: overwhelming, bright, obliterating every other sense and sensation. The white wolf tore open her stomach with hungry precision, splattering the ground in blood and leaking organs, gravity dragging her insides toward the hard dirt ground.

So sudden was the pain, so sudden was weakening of her limbs, that she had barely begun to sink when the big male lunged for her throat – caught it, between his great jaws – speeding her descent until she fell sideways, pulling him with her, and crumbled to the ground like a dying titan.

If there was any salvation for her, it was that she was not the one who experienced the cruel reality of death. Of being eaten alive, of having your guts swinging from your belly – no, all of those fears, those terrors, were instead projected directly onto Pepper, the smallest of the wolves.

And it might have been a sort of revenge, had the doe known terror to desire retribution. But as it was, she died as she had lived – with a lightness about her heart. Though in truth the lightness was the emptying of her veins, the great gushing of her blood.

Then she no longer thought and the fear that had connected her to Pepper was abruptly snapped. They had taken down a mighty creature effortlessly – but was the price worth it?

OOC: No rolls due to last round's guarantee. Turns out Pepper's #Take is very powerful for hunting mortal prey.

At this point, the small structure of skin and bones was crumbled onto the ground. Each muscle shook violently whilst the icy grip of death chipped over each nerve. It was all so real despite the lack of pain. Warm blood oozing from her throat and stomach - consciousness quickly fading away. Pepper wasn't ready to die. Each cell in her body rebelled violently against the shadowy claws; in the end, it resulted in the pup curled up into a tight, quivering ball as terror-filled tears spilled across her checks. This was by far one of the worst feelings she had ever experienced. So strong, so sure, it choked out any logical thought that tried to wiggle free.

And then, finally, it all fell away. Pepper was left with only her own shocked state to deal with. It still took her a bit to gather the broken shards of her psyche, but eventually the frail being's stubby legs found the ground once more. Watery eyes looked over to the fallen doe to confirm what had already been concluded. They had done it. She wouldn't be dying today at least.

It should of been a joyous moment, but she didn't feel much like celebrating. Sundew coaxed her over with what seemed to be her usual giddy tone. "Thank you." The words were granted to both the male and female whom had aided her in bringing down their prey. A gracious dip of her small cranium followed soon after the pup made her way over to the carcass.

Before digging in, despite the saliva that quickly built, a customary prayer was given to the life that had been taken - a thanks and a blessing for smooth passage into the next life. Only afterward did Pepper hungrily feast upon the doe. She had to eat from parts that had already been punctured seeing as the teeth she currently adorned weren't strong enough to break hide.

tags: Myrr Sundew
words: 321
notes: sounds good ; pepper's closing post