Wapun Meadow An owl in the closet

The dark eyes of the stag seemed to blaze with primal fury at the predators' interruption. Its head bore down with horns sharp as bear fangs, and Israel fully expected to be taken down. But with a fierce snarl that was not her own, the stag turned its massive head and the grey wolfess was given the opportunity to escape. When  Simatra's powerful blow sent her malnourished body sideways, escape was forced upon her without a second thought.

The situation remained dire, for now the buck had turned its attention upon her gold-furred ccompanion, and were that not enough, both hunters attention had been diverted away from their prey.  Unaware of the doe's location -- which in reality was mere yards away -- Israel snarled and sought to save her friend, leaping toward the stag's flank and tearing into the delicious flesh, ripping furiously and with abandon. The male deer's pained cry told her it had been sufficiently distracted. Now the pair of canines might return their attention to finding and executing the doe once more.

Israel's wild eyes searched the meadow until they landed upon the wounded doe, which limped pitifully away. Once more she gave chase, holding onto the hope that,  if they worked quickly to bring death upon the doe, the wolves would yet eat.