It was a bloodbath!
The pack of rogue werewolves attacked relentlessly, tearing into the Lycan's flesh with their teeths and claws from every direction.
Yet Taiga would not provide them with the satisfaction of an easy hunt! He was fast– Maneuvering the horde here and there, grabbing a hold of many wolves at once; Either crushing them where they dare stood, or flinging them to a gorey death.
The atmosphere became a reflection of the violence as shrieks and howls of pain echoed loudly; Accompanied by the cracking of skulls and whimpers of distress. The vicious growls and thunderous roars soon turned the soundscape of this plain into a macabre of horror.
Despite the chaos, the Lycan's ears were still distracted by the sound waves that traveled from a rabbit shifter– Whose cries were growing increasingly louder and more desperate by the moment, as she tried over and over again to break through the barrier of bodies to reach him.
