Rising Sun Valley death by flames

@Zhavvi  friendly spar

Azzaro had been hunting, having spotted a herd of deer near the meadow. He knew the chances of catching one with only a wolf were slim but he was determined to at least try, his father Drakhavo always took the risk, hell, a true Dotharan should always try, they went for the hard things, they were the strongest. So, being the determined boy he was, Azzaro decided to attempt to catch a fawn. It lingered at the edges, its wide, innocent brown eyes fixed on the deer in front of him. Stupid child, it would never make it to adulthood with those brains.

The dark furred Dotharan crouched and hid himself in the tall grass, his earthen coat blending in quite nicely with the grass but his bulky frame made it hard for him to stalk silently. It slowed him down, but ultimately, in the end he was close enough. Approaching downwind, Azzaro crept forward, a step at a time and then one of the sharper deers noticed him but it was too late.

The Dotharan had leaped forward, running as fast as he could towards the fawn, the deer herd began running too but the fawn was a bit slow, it gazed around in confusion and by then, Azzaro was already there. His gleaming alabaster fangs found the child's hind leg and broke it with a swift snap of his jaws, he dodged a blow that the mother deer sent him before charging in once more. This time, the dark furred warrior attacked the fawn on the other side where his mother was not protecting him and his fangs sank into the deer's warm flank, filling his jaws with blood.

It was almost over, Azzaro lunged once more, his teeth biting into the stupid child's neck and killing it almost instantly. He retreated then while the mother nosed over her calf's dead body, it took a while but the deer finally realised her child was dead and left. With a rare grin spreading over the wolf's maw, he crept forward and began feasting on his prize.