Silver Creek Brother In Arms

Casmir watched as Hestbro lunged toward the elk -- he himself circled it, snapping at whatever was closest while keeping far enough away from the sweep of its wicked head-knives. the animal was turning around over and over again, trying to stab one of the annoying wolves, and the boy chuckled grimly under his breath. this was a stupid, stupid game, but so incredibly fun.

he caught on to what his comrade was doing when Heston began to bark; the elk immediately trained itself on the pale wolf, and the Mayfair boy saw his chance. lunging forward, he nipped savagely into the animal's flank, drawing blood to the backdrop of an agonized bellow. 

instead of whirling on him, the ruminant tipped back its head to support the great weight of its antlers and broke into a shambling run. Casmir gave chase, worrying its hindquarters and whooping with laughter.