Firestone Hot Springs A Deer in the Mist

Majesty watched with wide eyes as his acquaintance latched onto the side of the buck. This was very brave, and very foolish, in his opinion. It left him wide open for a kick, or an antler to the side if the buck only turned his head. But it was also the only way the two of them could bring the buck down by themselves. Quickly, he lunged forward and latched his front claws into the creature's flank, ignoring its call of pain.

"What now?" he called to his recently-met companion. "I've never been very good at hunting!" Even as he asked, the buck stumbled and it landed on its chest on the ground, making a distressed sound. Majesty stumbled too, trying to keep his balance. He unlatched his claws from the buck's side, looking over at the white wolf from across the creature's back. "What now?" he repeated.