Stavanger Bay There's no season like deer season

The hunt was on, and it seemed the pack worked well together, as one fluid movement. The two males he was with spurred on the herd and tried to separate the older female they were going for. He eyed the group on the other side, with Julooke snapping at her heals and Verrine running in front of the female. It caused her to freak, stumble, and change directions, going away from the herd. She tried to divert back, but Beric cut her off, growling and leaping at her throat. She was fully away from the rest of the herd now, and at the mercy of the pack of wolves who were determined to bring her down.

He could tell her breathing was labored, and she was running out of energy. Her pace was slowing, and her footing wasn't as sure as it had been when the chase had started. This was the end for her- she knew it, and the pack knew it, as well. Beric growled lowly, sending his full weight into her back leg to try and trip her up. It worked and she stumbled greatly, giving a huge advantage to the wolves. She slowed considerably and Beric knew now would be the time to take her down for good.