The wolves waited for the unicorn mare to finally arrive, knowing that she would heed their warning and come alone. If she didn't ... well then she had better hope the cub could fly otherwise it would be taking a plunge over the top of the mountain. The dark male wolf could smell her very enticing scent, it made his mouth water at the very thought of having horseflesh for dinner.

"Come now!" He growled into the mist. "You've kept us waiting for quite some time."

A subtle tilt of his head prompted his second in command to grab the cub and move swiftly to the meadow's edge where he dangled the defenseless cub over the side. "If you've come alone the cub is in no danger of falling." He warned the unicorn as he waited for her to show herself.

The alpha then stood and began to pace back and forth through the meadow. "Come out, come out wherever you are." He growled roughly. The rest of his pack snickered, but stayed in hiding as they waited. "We don't have all day."

"No need to announce your presence." The wolf replied easily. "I could smell your stink from miles away." Slowly, his tail ticked back and forth as he gazed steadily at her, easily ignoring the snarling of the small cub and the low growl of the wolf dangling it over the edge. "Unfortunately for you that stink is enticing. Have you ever tasted horseflesh before, girl?" He grinned toothily. "It's quite unlike anything you'll ever try. If you survive you should try it, but I highly doubt you'll be walking away from this."

The alpha began to slowly circle around the unicorn, golden eyes tracing over every inch of her body as he searched for a weakness. All around them the rest of the pack arrived and stood ready to attack at their leader's signal. The wolf dangling the cub over the edge bit down causing the cub to cry out in pain and cease it's fighting.

"Don't worry." The alpha said easily. "After we kill you we'll kill the cub." It was the last thing the wolf said before he darted forward, jaws open as he aimed to bite the mare's right foreleg in an attempt to disable her.

Being the smaller of the two battling animals, the alpha was quick on his feet, and being a veteran fighter he was able to read the mare's body somewhat successfully. The full impact of her horn was not taken by him. As her head came down his body shifted and twisted so her horn did not plunge through his muscled body. Instead the tip of her horn scraped his side from shoulder to hip as he ducked under her body, after having given up on biting the one leg. With her head down and her momentum, he assumed, going in that direction he aimed to bite her other foreleg.

From behind Yseulte, another wolf came, this one intent on clamping his jaws down on the mare's hock and causing as much damage to the joint as he could. It was a maneuver the wolves had used countless times when taking down other horses and even deer. They would be so preoccupied with the alpha's frontal assault they wouldn't expect anything from the rear.

Tonight they would kill and they would eat like kings.

Her body rises into the sky, but the alpha crouched beneath where her feet were, blood just starting to turn his muzzle pink where he'd bitten into her, was already rolling on his sides to escape the plummet of her hooves. He is not alpha of the pack without reason.

The violet mare's attention is elsewhere anyway as the second wolf drives its fangs into her hock. He can almost taste the fear through the humm of blood coursing into his jaws. It drives him mad with hunger and superiority. He wishes to rip her limb from her body and so he doesn't let go. He doesn't let go even when she's kicked him three times in the gut.

It's the fourth that sends him flying. He remains motionless on the ground, a heap of tangled fur and stains.

That enrages the remainder of the pack. The alpha along with his two brethren charge at the mare as she backs to the cliff. She's foolish to think dancing on the rim is wise, though they have little want to push her over and have to lap their dinner from the splatter found on the ground.

Snarling like thunder and moving like lightning the wolves came at her like an effortless storm. The alpha ran first, flanked on either side by his brothers. Abruptly they pulled ahead, paws so swift they sounded like rain breezing over the earth. Their bodies swallowed the alpha and their teeth flashed as either one aimed for the girl's fetlocks.

From behind, in the moment just before the two split, the alpha leapt onto their backsides and pushed himself into the air, fore paws thrashing for the mare's face while his jaws sought to clamp about her velvet nose.