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*Boone Moyer* · (This post was last modified: March 31, 2015, 06:04 PM by Boone Moyer.)

@Peregrine @Fox for one, or both of you <3 This is totally random and not meant to go in any particular direction. PS I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO TAG PROPERLY SO Y'ALL JUST GONE HAVE TO SPOT THIS >.> OMG I DID IT

Boone thundered after a doe and her fawn, mainly going for the latter but by this point in the chase he would be happy to catch either. The young, which was more teen than it was child, was proving to be more difficult to catch than he had originally intended, keeping well on its mothers heels as the wolfdog chased them. And with no hunting consort to head them off or otherwise confuse the pair that he had already separated from the herd, Boone's chances for success were decidedly slim.

But he, a canine bred in the southern trenches, had reserves of energy just for chases like this; and while the mother escaped him, her child was not as lucky. On his last leg, Boone lunged out, and managed to fatally harm the fawn. They tumbled together, and while Boone lay exhausted on the ground, his quarry bleated and stumbled away, no longer able to run. A corner of its belly had been torn, and its hind leg had been badly twisted in the fall. The pitiful thing cried and limped away, as Boone watched and panted, no longer concerned with the escape of his meal.

He caught his breath after a while, and then pushed himself to his feet with a grunt. The southerner padded after the fawn, which had fallen and gotten back up a handful of times in the time it had taken to move fifty or so yards ahead, but twenty yards after it Boone became aware of a distinct scent up ahead. A pack border. And if he wasn't mistaken, he knew one of the prominent scents there.

Boone paused. He was unwilling to cross the border. But there was his dying, slowly fleeing fawn up ahead, about thirty yards deep into Redhawk Caldera. The wolfdog began to bounce on his feet, anxiously trying to decide if the meal was worth the risk or demeaning his morals on trespassing. A trespass was a trespass, no matter how close to the edge it was.