The Bracken Woods Night of the Red Moon

It was a deadly dance of lunges and sidesteps, and if timing had been against the Prince, he would have been implanted on sharp antlers long ago. A swift dash to the left, left again, right, right, left, The buck was maddened and exhausted by the chaos. It just wanted peace, to be left alone, to live. But not in the world where chance reigned supreme. It was by chance the buck was riveted by sharp claws earlier that night, which bled into the chance of it being discovered by the two lupines. The chance of it being downed increased as there were two of them, not a lonesome hunter.
The deer had no cards left but to expend it's energy till the very end.
The end veered nearer and nearer as the two wolves better coordinated, resulting in a heightening of the success in chance's little game.
Ra judged these two wolves deserving of the meal, and with such blessing the god gave deliberate grace to them. The venison dropped to one knee, and Anubis could see within the dark eyes the end of this proverb.

The ebony male struck the final blow, a gash of ripped flesh and arteries within the throat of the meal, and soon, the agony was over. Horus would have been proud of such a fight, put up well between both the hounds and the prey. The cycle of life and death lived on, fueling one, and giving space for growth to the other. Anubis stood back, the gentle rumbles of his voice
made slightly hoarse from the extensive excercise.

"I wish you the first bite in this passionate feast, as it is your assisted feats that granted such a bountiful passage. Eat hearty, my friend, and the gods will return to you lost strength."