He remains upon the creature, feeling it as it struggles under him. His form is large though, foreboding and strong. He is a pinnacle of form, a beast that puts great focus into physical prowess. He is capable of holding it down despite its fight and cries that litter the air. His teeth lift enough, only to bite down further and get more of the spine within his mouth. His powerful jaws bite down, burrowing into flesh and grasping hard onto the bone. He tasted the wonderful taste of blood, the sweet red life that only makes him more intense with his grasp.

He can feel the tension in the creature's muscles begin to fade. Avery had made her move, had attacked the neck and hit a spot most delicate. Blood must be flowing, and the creature must be draining away like water to a river. As the creature still lives, the brute crunched harder and harder, sawing away with his hardened molars as he shook his head violently. He aimed to rip the head off, and it would only be a gruesome endeavor. Indeed, they were only here for the prize.

As time went on he chewed and he chewed, his snarls of pleasure arising as the creature's head slowly falls to the ground. His teeth aim to rip and tear, and it does take a good while to make a decent dent into the creature. His sunset eyes rush over to Avery, knowing she took care of the throat, but he needed more. He needed her to help him sever the head. His gaze is intense as he thrashes his head once again, feeling a crack of bone that doesn't quite give yet.

It is sickeningly satisfying, and he does enjoy every second of it. It was certainly nice to kill with someone new, to tear down life and build up new bonds. His tail heightened behind him, eyes narrowing as he stares at her, wishes for the head to be severed. Perhaps if they yanked together along with his crushing jaws, they would succeed. He motions for her, bloodlust oozing out of her jaws as he await the final moment when they claim their prize.