Arrow Lake God, why have you forsaken me? (MATURE) All welcome

Darkness danced over the horizons as nightfall took residence over the lands; Ypres had been yearning to upgrade her poor hunting skills of larger prey, and tonight was the night. She trailed the scent of deer grazing not too far off in the meadows; the deer obviously assumed safety as they carelessly fed themselves in the tall grass. A toothy grin silently plagues across her muzzle as her heart pounded a million miles within her chest as she grew excited within. Not only happily excited, but nervous too. The three year old was never really good at hunting bigger game, but tonight she was going to teach herself like it or not. She was sick of eating the same things over and over again; and her jaws craved some real fucking meat!
Seeing the small herd, perhaps a family of deer standing there feeding. There were two fawns and a doe; luckily no stag otherwise she'd be in trouble. Ypres crouched lowly, feline like as she watched in attempts to get closer to leap at one of the fawns.
She needed to separate them, was all that she knew. Slowly, and gracefully she'd lift one paw after the next, slowly lowering her paws to the ground keeping as silent as possible. She'd make a good assassin if she could get away with doing this to a wolf creeping up behind him. Ypres was good on her feet, and because she was short, she was always under estimated; but if one drew in closer to her presence they's see how built and muscular she really was.
Eyes locked on the targets, as she slowly drew inward. Ypres was getting closer to her victory prize. She had not picked which fawn to eat, but knew one of them were eventually going to be her meal, and then take back the heart for her Alpha to feast upon and enjoy.
Slow timed deep breaths, silently she got even closer. Seeing the mother flip an ear in alert, Ypres must have been heard as she drew her last paw step downward. Teeth flashed with defeat, but it wasn't over yet. The small herd was about 300 hundred feet away, she just needed to get closer. Ypres slowly got lower to the ground seeing the doe looking around like a bloody fool. The female was not spotted, and she slowly rose her position once more as she watched the doe lower her skull back to the grass to graze once more.
Ypres crept on in again; one step at a time, slowly until she watched the doe raise her face to the sky flipping her ears listening. Ypres was busted. A white tail of the doe indicated for her young to run as she lead the direction.

Fuck!


The fawns aborted the area as well, and Ypres took of like a bat out of hell after them. Frustrated she ran after them hard; her jaws snapping at the hide of one of the fawns missing its target. She passed Arrow Lake in a flying glimpse after her prey as swift as her stocky limbs could carry her. She may have been a shorty, but she still ran quite fast, but her endurance was not like that of one who had longer legs. Ypres needed to train up her endurance skill, and she knew it. This was part of why she was hunting as well tonight. She knew pack wars may be approaching, and she needed to get as strong as possible, and help lead a battle into victory if she can.
For an avid fighter, she did have fight endurance, but when it came to chasing prey, that was a trickier part. Putting all that aside, it was mind over matter, and she needed to catch herself a meal tonight to prove that she could do this. She always blamed her short legs and hated it!
Another snap her her fangs like a bear trap finally caught the flank of one of the fawns. Perhaps getting pissed off was enough to force her adrenaline to make her run faster than usual. Ypres viciously yanked the fawn downward and victory was at her paws once consumed. The flamed colored female successfully pulled the young creature downward and onto its side as she viciously snarled and ripped at it like a crazed maniac. She did not stop her attack until the young prey was dead. She gave a final rip at its jugular region and ended its young life.
The sound of hooves could still be heard running off into the distance as she plucked her fangs deep into the belly of the fawn to rip it further open and apart to expose the goods that were inside. Tonight she ate like an Alpha by eating the best parts. Screw giving the heart to Majesty, instead she would offer him a tender part of the meat which may have tasted better in her books, but the organs were what an Alpha usually desired for the best of health gain.
Usually Ypres would often fight for her meals with fellow pack mates or loner rogue wolves, but tonight she had the need to celebrate and she didn't mind sharing her meal.