The Tangle BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

His wolves were mistaken if they thought he meant to spend himself attempting to take down this creature. It would take down itself in due time, and Trick's chattiness continued to fall on deaf ears. Why wolves felt the need to waste their breath while on a hunt would always be lost on him, anyway. He held back as the mule deer struggled forward, watching as his packmates dove in one at a time, confusing the creature he had already wounded, and adding to the inevitability of its demise. Trick was too fast for it, though his attacks seemed ineffectual, he was a good distraction nonetheless. A nameless male, who he didn't recognize but moved with his men like an extension of himself, made a bolder launch at the deer, and Warbone circled to attack the prone back of the beast as it swayed.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Teagan dart in, wounding its other hind leg and further destroying the buck's ability to escape. Unfortunately, they had created a sort of quandary for themselves, because now the ungulate no longer had an advantage in trying to escape. It buckled in place, struggling to raise its hindquarters, but viciously throwing its young antlers in an attempt to keep them all at bay— its flight instinct evolving into fight.

Warbone barked, beckoning his pack out of the buck's range, and beginning to lead them in a circle, as they taunted the trapped deer and made it exhaust itself by continuously thrusting its head at wolves too quick to strike. One of them distracted it, and as it turned its head, Warbone saw his opening. The jugular beckoned him; he could almost see it pulse in the instant that he dove for it. His teeth latched onto the deer's throat, blood spilling into his mouth and onto his face. The buck thrashed, tossing him away and striking him in the shoulder with a forehoof, but the damage had been done.

He hobbled back, favoring his bruise as he leveled his head as he watched the deer start to die. He lunged in again, from behind its head this time, and finished the job. Well, mostly. The deer became incapacitated, but he did not hesitate to begin swallowing some of the meat as it still died. His violent gaze turned outward, daring any wolf to try and disrespect him by attempting to claim this kill at the same time as him.