Fairspell Meadow the honest man has numerous difficulties

AWH..

She didn't have time to consider much. Not the burning of her throat, or the smarting ache where the male had grazed her side (it would sting like hell later, she sensed). Even the females that had branched off faded from what she could concern herself with. Nothing but keep going, keep breathing and to revere their remarkable speed while she ate up the grassy meadow with her own strides. A worthy chase, certainly.


Running flat out and with the fullest tilt she could find, they still stayed just out of her reach and the male gained on her. She could only feel his approach, not see it for herself. She had to rely on all of her senses, at least until his hot breath was on her very heels, and this made her anxious. He charged on her, and demanded all of her attention very suddenly. The females pulled away and she growled, tucking her hind in close when he came rushing at her, presumably aiming to trample her into abandoning her chase. Which, he was successful in part. 

She'd faltered in the midst of it all with one bad step and a pronghorn brute practically on her, it took far too much just to keep her on her feet. Ame lost more speed, and couldn't afford to regain it with this male heckling her so badly. She could chase, or flee, not both in tandem for very much longer. The females were still upset, though, galloping away across the landscape but she knew that a vicious sprint like this with near-stops and starts couldn't go on for long with any hope of being productive. But, about then, her hunting partner joined the fray. She could not keep a good eye on his outcome, but knew that it didn't end in easy glory.

However this wasn't the end. Just because the first swing didn't give them real headway towards a kill, she was far too immersed to withdraw right now. He then came for the male, and this gave her chance to regroup with her eyes shot to the females.. she huffed, frustrated, and doubting that even if she could catch one, that she'd bring it down solo with him busy with the riled male. They needed both of them to even bring their odds into real contention, so after her blink of consideration, she rounded back and started gathering speed for a new charge towards the male-versus-male squabble. While not her original plan, the male had harassed her already, so she would return the favor.

She aimed for the male pronghorn's side with teeth first, hoping to take advantage of his preoccupation with the fellow wolf. He managed to gracefully sidestep away from her first swing, kicking out powerfully towards her with a hind hoof. So she snapped for his legs when she could afford it (while trying to not meet those legs in the wrong way), but even here not running at full speed, he was brutally difficult to get a hold on.