Blacktail Deer Plateau in hearts we are guaranteed a victory

The alpha saw the doe falter as Mordecai sank in, and he leapt for her shoulder, judging that she would not have the energy to use those hooves for damage.  Luckily he was correct, and the others kept the rest of the herd well at bay.  There was no help coming for the unfortunate prey, and dinner would be a success this day.

Gripping the shoulder, he dug in deep as well, and instead of tearing the chunk away he held on.  Unable to continue with the weight of two wolves to pull her down, the doe fell heavily, and Dante ducked sideways as her head came round in an attempt to take a snap at him.  She was not yet gone, though her life was fading fast, and desperation was clear in her labored attempts to get free.  Her doom was set, and there was no escape.  Now he tore his teeth from her shoulder, licking the blood from his chops as he looked upon their prize, still struggling without hope to find its feet.