Great Bear Wilderness chew it over

Luke felt time slow as the scene unfolded in front of him: the pronghorn made his companion, with their target rearing and checking the other one. The other man hastily jumped for the throat, and Luke turned his teeth on the doe's flank again, but just as he did he saw the second antelope bring its hooves across Pan's back. He spun immediately, rushing to the other male's side with jaws snapping at the larger doe to chase her off, while the smaller doe - now freed from what could have been a death sentence - wasted no time in bolting away to rejoin the fleeing herd. The second doe soon followed. He was practically standing over his companion for a moment, curled on the ground, staring after the pronghorn with a lashing tail. But they were gone, and he softened.

He crouched beside Pan and whined softly. "Are you ok?" Guilt squeezed his stomach. He should never have suggested the two of them try to tackle such fast prey on their own, or he should have at least called it off when he failed to separate their target.