The Tangle BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

The bleats of the lonely buck rang out in the Tangle like a dinner bell to the thinning goliath. His grey face angled sharply in the direction of the source, and his lusterless eyes widened as adrenaline pulsed down his arching spine. He set his large feet in a determined plod, and traveled miles deep into the treacherous rockfield, lightening his approach only when the lanky deer had become visible. Warbone slunk downwind, slow and quiet, his fierce eyes glittering madly. There was no thought here, and no reason beyond pure instinct. He preyed upon the hoofed quarry with the practice his years alone had given him, and those skills were not to be ill-spent here.

Suddenly a howl and a greyed streak cursed the playing field. Warbone looked alarmed, halting for a quick moment before he loosed his own howl for the distant Marauders. He did not hope for their presence, but thought it necessary by this point, and he charged down the incline, looking to intercept the deer as it veered away from the seawolf.

*ignores the existence of my own timelines*