Ouroboros Spine blood for the bloodgoat

They moved in, scattering the herd in the suddenness of their appearance. Kodiak did not directly follow his packmates, he skirted off to their flank to snap at the heels of some of the tighter holding deer, splintering them into pairs or singles so that it was an easier task to search for the one that was injured. Or some other target just as suitable. He was focused, his eyes and nose shrewdly scouring the deer as they fled. Before him a pair of does split, and ahead of them as the gap formed between their body, he spotted the injured one.

The back of her leg bore a wound that said a coyote had had his try with her. She was weakened, but not deterred, the will to live as strong in her as ever. She was slower than the rest, but only just. Kodiak barked, his ears thrust forward, to alert his packmates to the target as it bleat in fear.