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The white wolf sunk into his step, following behind as he led them in this chase. He was hungry. He'd eat, sleep, and see where life took him next. For now he was intent upon that baby deer. His tongue escaped, licking his lips as he salivated. It looked succulent. Tender. Tasty. He wanted it. He wanted it now.

He paid no attention as he rushed the fawn. It hadn't spotted him yet, but as soon as it did it began to bleat. Kero ignored it, pursing his frozen target who quickly decided the best course of action was to run. He chased after it, ignorant of the hind who moved to defend her spawn, but it was of no consequence. Kroc intercepted and the kill was his.

He trapped it against a rise of stone. With no where to go, Kero went in for the kill and sunk his teeth into the soft hollow of its neck. Young and delicate, he ripped, stealing away the pieces required to draw breath. It fell limp. This prize was his.

The rest of the herd scattered as he stilled and hovered over his next meal. Without waiting he sank teeth within its flesh and began to consume the juvenile deer. Delicious. Wonderful. He at his fill and moved aside as he invited Kroc to sample in the rest of it's remains. Kero climbed upon a nearby rock and groomed himself of any lingering blood upon his fur.