In the turmoil roiling around them now he has succumbed now to the full frenzy of a fight. His heartbeat thundered in his ears like the wild hoof beats and blocked almost everything else, his field of vision narrowed to the hulking, scaly creature before him as he attacked. He can feel his teeth scoring flesh, the satisfying rip of muscle and the warm taste of blood flooding his mouth only succeeding in driving him further into his attack. They had succeeded in stopping her forward charge he realizes, a bit later than the rest perhaps and it seems only seconds later that their prey fades into the last vestiges of her hopeless effort. The body convulses, flailing haphazardly even as her large, broad head connects with his chest once more and he steps back as quickly as he can with a resounding grunt.

His sides heave as he watches the alligator in the final throws of death, his red topped muzzle parting so his pink tongue can loll out as his body tries to cool itself. It takes more effort than most would expect to tear his yellow green gaze away from the corpse to scan the wolves who had been a part of the hunt, the majority of whom he did not know yet were his to protect non the less. His eyes linger on Aithne first and longest, as his leader it is her wellbeing that affects him the most. She seems entirely unharmed as do most of the rest save for the light colored she-wolf seemingly trapped beneath the carcass, though from his vantage point he can’t quite see how.

Silently he moves around the beast’s suddenly still head and shoves his broad shoulder beneath its form to assist in heaving it up so the wolfess can stagger backwards. Once she is free he steps back again, not ready to be so close with the mingling bodies in the aftermath of their fight, not quite trusting himself to lapse back into the frenzy for now. His white-tipped ears flick at Aithne’s words followed by others and for a moment he has to close his ears to them lest they send his heart racing again.

Finally his body calms, the adrenaline slowly leaving his system and with a rumbling sigh of a growl he steps toward the far side of the gator where the front leg meets her fleshy side and underbelly and as far as he can get from any of the other wolves, for now. His teeth sink easily into the softer underside, tearing off piece after piece and getting his first taste of the swamps other predator. It was gamey for sure, different than many things yet similar to some others he had tasted. All in all a good days work he decided.