Big Salmon Lake [m] Fresh out of an icky gooey womb

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Dinner was decided upon and they moved for the kill, working together as a team to drive away the rest of the herd and simultaneously trap the fawn in the process. For this, lakes were wonderful things. The herd darted, taking off towards the southeast while Tonravik goaded them further. Kero moved with her, lingering a few paces behind if only to turn his focus more on their supper and trap the young deer against the lake.

Thing about deer? They were excellent swimmers. Lucky for him, Kerosene actually liked the water, perhaps a little bit too much to the point where he chased that fawn into the shallows and caught it right about the same time the deer remembered it was still a novice at swimming. Not to mention, they'd done this a time or two before with larger deer. This one? This one would be a snap.

He went for a hind flank. Teeth sunk into its flesh as he got a good hold. He shook his head, sinking his teeth in further as he pawed backwards in the water. If he could reign it in just a little bit more, Tonravik could join him and go in for the easy kill. Now if the deer would stop screaming they'd all be able to enjoy this just a little bit more.