Moonspear Playing with fire

Haha, you have been thwarted by the dice!

Their luck ran out and the doe startled abruptly. Luckily, Wildfire was in hair-trigger mode and exploded from the brush to give chase. Almost directly across from her, Charon did the same. In fact, he was slightly ahead of her, so the deer reacted to his presence first. She wheeled away, only to find the little red wolf closing in on her from the other direction. The doe made a low bleating noise and tried to dash in between them, yet the wolves were already upon her.

But this would be nothing but a hard-won kill, if they even managed to take her at all. Wildfire aimed a bite at the doe's haunch, yet despite her apparent advanced age, she moved quickly. The huntress's jaws clicked shut on empty air and she found a hoof swinging at her face. She winced away from it with a hiss, managing to dodge the sharp little projectile, albeit just barely. She felt the air stir where it whizzed right past her cheek.

Recovering from the near blow, Wildfire jumped at the offending leg, trying to sink her teeth into the fine bones and tendons just at the crook of it. She landed her strike and immediately began shaking her head in an effort to essentially pulverize the dainty limb.