We had been stalking the meat for awhile now, the sweat smell of its blood was driving us ravenous. The meat had one of the hurt sticks that killed from afar and had alluded us thus far, but now it was surrounded. It smelled divine, the flesh was tender from so much running and the blood was pumping so fast that we could hear the symphony of fear that resonated from its core. With a rapid clicking of chitin, we began our advance. The sound of our hunger entered the meats mind as we got closer, with the shadows over us the meat couldn't know where we were. It was a delicious feeling.
Putting its hurt stick to its head, the meat said "You won't get me you slimy son of a bitch!" However before it could make the hurt boom we made our move. Leaping towards the meat, we wrapped around its appendage holding the hurt stick and wrestled with the meat as the rest of us converged on it. Wrapping around the meat, we incapacitated it and with a soul shattering shriek we began our feast. First with the appendages, then the core. The screams were exquisite. As we tore and devoured the meat it kept screaming and crying as it was eaten alive, we fed on its flesh and screams. Sating our hunger for the moment. Finished with the meat we left, leaving little else but a puddle of blood and the hurt stick.