Honeyed Pasture the world is already on my side

Pleased with the other male's work, Grayday came alongside him to help separate the larger fawn from its herd. When a light snap at one of the doe's legs brought the scent of blood into the air, he knew that they'd succeeded. A part of him worried that she would die and her body go to waste, but the fear quickly abated. It was a shallow wound, and nothing ever truly went to waste in the wild.

"Get it!" he laughed, riding high on the joy of the hunt. Two of the does and the smaller fawn were out of sight, and the mother of their meal had strayed several yards away before pausing to look back. She didn't seem to be thinking about coming any closer, so he thought they were safe enough to attack. Since Szymon had done all the hard work and found them their meal, he figured the other wolf might want to be the one to deal the killing blow. Day would assist if it looked like the younger male needed it, but he thought those worries were rather unfounded - he was a very scarred wolf, and few without talent could live through that difficult a life.

It was worrying, perhaps, but his questioning could wait for later. For now, they had a fawn to catch and a meal to eat. And, hopefully, a full conversation would follow.