Ouroboros Spine [j] rocks and mountains

A simple command was issued then, and the Roman was told to lead the pack wolves on a hunt. He would've preferred a spar right there and now, but well, a hunt was fine too he supposed. Straightening himself, though his posture remained deferential to the wolves of the Spine, Levi's blue gaze followed and swiftly, without words escaping his maw, he turned towards the direction of the forest and began moving, silently.

Black leathery nostrils flared as Levi entered the forest, and it wasn't long before his nose caught the scent of deer. Silently, the Roman began following the scent trail, pausing for a moment to sniff some scat or urine that the herd had left behind. The smoky creature was used to hunting on the plains, on open ground, but he could get used to these woods.

Making sure he was downwind of the herd, he found them grazing in the clearing peacefully, not knowing that there were predators nearby. Sniffing the air once more, he noticed that the prey at the edge of the clearing was elderly and rather sickly, that would be the one they targeted, and it would be easier too, seeing that the deer was some distance away from the rest of the herd. Stupid.

Levi crept out and leaped, his jaws sinking into the flesh of eldery deer, he tasted blood in his jaws as he fell on his paws once more. The rest of the herd was fleeing, and this one yearned to follow but the Roman would not let it go. He would pass the test.