Broken Boulder and all that doin' takes energy

Lily was the first to arrive, and Ali greeted her with a smile, nodding to her question. When Korei arrived, he paused— it was only for a moment, though. Then he wagged his tail and started to answer— but was promptly interrupted by Semira's arrival. It was welcome, though, and he tried to disguise his relief as excitement to meet his packmate. He had heard of her, of course, from Lanawyn; with everything going on (in his own head, anyway, oops), he hadn't found time for a proper introduction.
Deer, I hope! He answered lightly, gaze flitting from Korei to Semira. I'm Alarian— you must be Semira. Nice to meet you.
As he spoke, three more of his packmates slipped in quietly— Xahi, Lanawyn, and Ioa. The Governor was pleased to see they had arrived, though he worried at their distance. He noted the absence of Arrluk and Horosk— perhaps they were busy. It didn't worry him, anyway; enough of the pack had arrived for a successful hunt. The boy gestured for his packmates to follow him, and turned with his nose to the ground. The deer's trail was near, and at least an hour old— but blood dotted the ground, and he was hopeful that it was still near.
Once he was sure of where he was going, Alarian took up a faster pace. The trail became more fresh, leading into the field just outside their territory. There— the source of the calls he had heard in the hours before dawn. Some other predator had tried and failed here already; he could tell the bulky male had been proud, once. Now it ran clumsily on a severely wounded back leg after several beats of terrified pause— the boy knew this would be over soon. He picked up in speed, bolting in an arc around the deer to cut off its attempted escape. Of course, it was much larger than he was— when he inevitably slammed himself into its chest, the effect was mostly stunning and slowing the hurt creature.
Alarian was only dazed for a moment before he darted away to avoid backlash, moving to bite at the uninjured hind leg.