Fairspell Meadow the honest man has numerous difficulties

For @Amekaze! Also for Gamekeeper. Forward dated to the present. Gonna roll for whether they catch one or not later on. 1-6 they don't get it, 7-10 they get one. 1-6 because these things are fast as hell.

Stalking in the gangly grasses south of Fairspell Meadow, the Gamma bides his time. His belly flush against the earth, arms bent, neck stiff, Tatsuya's eyes studied the small herd banqueting upon the meadow's leafage. A band of pronghorn comprised of one old male, twelve females and no young. Two unembellished females were being aggressive towards one another, upsetting the peace. Supposedly one was trying to oust the other from their feeding grounds for some reason. Breeding rites? Or something invisible to the predator's naked eye? Was there a hierarchical dispute going on? Did these creatures even have a system similar to a wolf's? Whatever was happening, Tatsuya could not tear himself away. Riveting to watch, but what would become of this bickering?
INDENTSquinting, the wolverine idly licked his lips, salivating hungrily at the sight of their cloven hooves and substantive hindquarters. The two belligerent females would stop and go, sometimes spending minutes apart from each other before going at it again. Odd behavior that, at first, garnered his interest purely for the sake of observation. But now he stared upon them all with excruciating hunger. This was inevitable; Tatsuya could be fat and full and he would still want more. Having joined Tonravik and her kin has made him curb his avaricious appetites. He had more to think about than himself now. Presently, however, he wanted to glut himself on that antelope meat. Such efforts would prove futile sadly. The buck – hide covered in scars, musculature prominent, senses acute – took good care of his harem. No injury, no sick drew his hawkish attention. The only pronghorn in this group that was old was the male, but he has obviously evaded death this far. He wasn't going to lay down and die just because a wolf gave chase. As matter of fact, he seemed the bellicose sort. He would rather turn to confront the aggressor rather than flee.
INDENTTatsuya chuckled at the thought. Damned antelope would probably beat his ass. The wolverine was not experienced in fighting prey. Wolves were not supposed to fight with their food. Their teeth and endurance were formidable alone, but in number, they were unmatched. Oh man. I wish I could call for Nanuk or Weirdie right now. Regrettably, to howl for assistance would spook the pronghorns. Moreover, they did not seem terribly attached to this meadow. They partook of the greens there, yes, but they seemed engrossed going elsewhere. And he wanted to bring back something to the others on his own because he liked seeming the bad ass. Hence, the dilemma.
INDENTThe bistre giant could not take it any longer, finally moving closer with rolling shoulder blades. He did this as slowly as physically possible, going through conscientious lengths to remain undetected. Pronghorns were not only fast, but their field of vision was superb; surpassing canines and a number of other mammals. Just by looking at the size and placement of their eyes was proof of such excellence.