Phoenix Maplewood A record year for rainfall

Spring felt the joy of the hunt surge through her pelt like a strong fizz, as the deer realized she was surrounded and a look of fear flashed through her eyes.  Spring saw Reek leap for the doe’s neck.  Spring sprung forward jaws latching onto the deer’s brisket, the female started to pull back still holding onto the flesh, as the skin began to tear and she could taste the doe’s blood on her tongue.

Out of the corner as Spring’s eye, she could see Laika falter in her movements, and Spring tensed up scared for her friend.  Knowing one wrong move could ruin everything or kill you, but Laika got her grip back and Spring let out an inward sigh of relief as her muzzle started turning a crimson scarlet, from the doe’s blood.  

Spring held on to the deer with everything she had, with her now bloodied fangs.  The brown and cream female had a feeling this hunt would soon be over, as the deer currently was surrounded and in Spring’s opinion had a very slight chance of escape.