Redhawk Caldera WE GOT GAME

I feel like my writing is "off" today, but here you go!

The hunt was on, and the adults closed in on their prey. As usual, Fox focused her full attention on the task at hand, letting her instincts take over as they came closer and closer to their intended meal. Fox paid no attention to Wildfire's yelling, nor did she happen to notice when Dove was brutally kicked to the side, leaving a large, open gash on her shoulder. With Dove now yelping and skittering away, it was up to the rest of the team to take down their kill.

Quickly, Fox darted to the side of their prey, taking a bloody bite out of the deer's shoulder. The taste of it only fueled her faster and further, the bleating sounds of the beast filling the air around the hunters. He didn't have a chance, not now, and Fox knew it would only be a matter of time before he succumbed to the wounds inflicted upon him by the predators.