Jade Fern Grove entrée

The dance they partook in now was old to them -- something they had done to a point he could estimate her movements, and she likely his. But the strain between them rose the tension in the air, and Scimitar could have swore even the herd reacted to it.

Bazi chose their target, and bolting forward, the male managed to just tuck his frame closer to the ground as a hoof was aimed at him. It grazed his fur -- even leaving a partial bruise to his hind, but he had been lucky. Eager to put an end to this hunt as quickly as possible to feed their pack and leave Bazi's presence, Scimitar allowed a snarl to erupt from him, his jaws seeking to shoot up and clamp at the shoulder of the beast and tug. But it was young, feisty and desperate, and his teeth merely grazed its skin.