Firefly Ravine Moonlit Hunt

Zephyrs tail wagged behind him, his grassy eyes clearly shining with pleasure as he turned to rake them across the undergrowth. His jaws parted slightly, drawing any scents over his tongue. Was that deer? He turned almost a full circle before stalking off, keeping his pawsteps light. 
       "Deer, maybe? We could ambush one in its nest, but we'd have to haul ass afterwards."
The ebony male chuckled, envisioning the two big males pouncing on a deer nearest the outside of the herd, trying to keep it from waking the others. Not even for the food, but because Zephyr wanted to have fun. Why not sate both in one go? He was unaware of the thoughts running through @Depp's head. It didn't seem so odd to him, the alpha hunting. It not only drained spare energy, but could strengthen bonds between alpha and subordinate. Plus, taking even that much work from the others means they are free to do other things. Protect, patrol, or otherwise. The black and white brute was used to having a family pack, and treating each other much differently than many other packs.