Blacktail Deer Plateau the meaning of life

Sunny departed, soon hidden in the treeline just across the clearing. His mouth quirked in a half-smile at Raid's assurance, and he nodded. "Now," he muttered, and slipped out of the woods like a silver banshee, hurling himself furiously at the animal.

Raid must be a brown blur beside him, but he was soon taken over by tunnel vision, his gaze fixed on the doe. He smells her fear, acrid in the cold winter air. She bleats, darting away, but has nowhere to run but forward, flanked on either side by healthy, strong wolves.

Shale gives a leap of faith, raking his claws over her flank as he manages to attach himself to her for a short time. She gives a kick that just barely misses his groin--thankfully at that--and he slips off, though not without doing significant damage. She is spilling blood, losing it fast, and running headlong into Sunny's waiting jaws.