Fairspell Meadow the honest man has numerous difficulties

Rolled a four. Sigh.

He picked the right wolf for the duty, her undulating form darting forth from cover. She sprinted towards their prey, building speed with each advance. The ruck responded, snorting and kicking before loping off. Tatsuya gaped at their velocity. He was...supposed to snag one of these. Well...shit. Calling for help would have been the better option. Too late now. Back to his companion. She was busy corralling them, forcing them to stampede closer to his prone body. A few broke off, scattering to avoid their inky assailant. Their mark did not deviate, even with Amekaze impressively gaining ground.
INDENTThen the male came for his hunting partner. Shit! The pronghorn attempted to gut her, narrowly avoiding the force of those hooves. Even so, the male was successful in impeding her dash through the grassland. Tatsuya watched all this unfold with collared adrenaline. Their numbers did not matter. Each hunt invited the expectation of harm or death. It was prompt a chase or go hungry. There was no in-between. The hunt could always end unfavorably. Knowing this did not stop him from worrying for his fleet footed collaborator. Her every stride from then on was tailed by the bloody-minded pronghorn.
INDENTAmekaze kept up the blistering pace despite the menace hot on her heels, teeth snapping at the target. So far she was doing good in directing them. Five of the twelve dispersed, galloping elsewhere. Did they sense the trap awaiting them? The seven females left found solace in sticking together, reinforced further by the male's attempts to ward off Amekaze. They would have to contend with the male sooner or later. Preferably after he lands the killing blow, but when are things ever easy?
INDENTThe herd's hooves made the earth quake. He was deaf to the sound, hearing nothing but the steady metronome of his heart. Body growing tight, the Gamma drew in on himself. He would pounce upon the wounded female at an angle to avert the rampaging buck and his vulnerable companion. It was a small window of opportunity but it was his best bet. If he met his mark, the female would lose balance and stumble. If he grabbed her, however...she would suffer greatly, their impetus opposite to one another. Tatsuya would rip the flesh from her in that case. The hunt would end there no matter how much the male protested.
INDENTNow! Tatsuya sprung with all the force, weight and speed he could muster, jaws split open like a sore to grasp, to tear. As luck would have it, he missed completely, fangs snagging nothing. Landing sloppily, he righted himself with a grunt, grass twining through fur. The male was taken aback by another wolf's appearance, slowing via indecision. Should he chase after the female wolf or the male one? Tatsuya rushed to snap at his heels. Come after me you horned prick! He has hounded Amekaze enough, decided the wolverine. The pronghorn stopped to give a swift kick with his hind legs. Rounding about to inspect the damage, he saw that the wolf yet lived. He narrowly missed crushing the wolf's skull, greeted by the whites of Tatsuya's prominent teeth. The wolf hunkered down, ready to give chase or defend. Neither sat well with him, so he charged.
INDENTPerhaps by diverting the male, Amekaze could trip up their mark in peace. He did not know and he could not afford to look away, dancing around the pronghorn's onslaught. Maybe they could bring this bastard down instead since he was keen on fighting.