Phoenix Maplewood Laika Meets The Pack

Laika had made a large half circle around the deer, making sure she was completely out of eyesight and earshot. Thankfully, the slight breeze had stilled, leaving the forest eerily quiet - but also helping with not carrying her scent. She slunk up the hill until she was conveniently hidden between two bramble bushes. The bushes aided in consealing her silver coat, and giving a quick route to attack the deer. 

She was high above as the she-wolf watched the stranger alpha herd the deer to the right spot. She had to hurry, however, for once the deer knew it was cornered, it would definitely bolt in such ever direction it could. The deer flew into the trap and Laika leapt from her ledge. She sailed a good three feet on her way down, but her smaller, lithe frame helped her land gracefully upon the deer's back with just a small slip of her front paw. She regained her balance quickly as the deer let out a terrified cry. The she-wolf dug her claws into the doe's flesh and delivered the fatal bite to its neck, keeping her jaws locked around the struggling creature until she felt and heard the satisfying thumb of the lifelessness carcass hit the ground.