Sawtooth Spire That's the sound of progress, baby!

I apologize for my lateness!

 When the wolves had gotten into their positions, he waited for a second before quietly moving forward, towards the group of deer and to the back of the injured target. As the herd of elk saw him, they moved farther away. It didn't matter about the rest of the deer, only about the target.

 He herded the injured one farther away, expecting the other two to keep the rest of the herd away. It wasn't as easy as it looked. Sometimes the injured one would limp back with the others, so it took him a couple of tries to lure it out. He took a quick glance to the other beasts. They had cut away from the target so they wouldn't risk their own lives. His amber gaze danced back to the lone beast. Alone and calling desperately for the others, but it was too late. Its herd was far back, heads up and trotting away nervously. Time for the kill.

 Like a flash of light, Redwood darted over to the lame creature. Instinctively, the creature ran for its life. But even still, it could not escape the red dusted wolf. When each second pasted, Redwood got closer and closer, until he was right by its legs. He jumped to the right, avoiding its one kicking leg. He lunged over, teeth clamping onto the side of its neck. He adjusted his teeth to clamp down harder. He could feel the animal tire. The run turned into a trot, that turned into a walk, resulting with it staggering to the ground. When it was down, he dug his teeth into the flesh, and soon the struggling animal was embraced with the hug of death.

 Only then did he release and look up to see if the duo approved of this hunt.