Blackfeather Woods Passing Over the Border

Narrowed eyes glimpse through the long grass. Grim can see now that it was a deer he had spotted albeit a very small one. It looked to be just a fawn that may have gotten lost. He grinned. Silly little creature should have stayed with it's herd if it didn't want to be killed. Now it was going to be a snack for him and his Lusa. He inched forward, his gaze flickering behind the fawn to spot his little killer's black coat shifting through the grass. He waited to lunge until he could catch her eye. He wanted to make sure that they attacked this fawn together. This was her hunt so he would give her the killing blow and the first bite of the prey.