Greatwater Lake Maybe I'm a different breed

@Nemesis here ya go! a little long, but sorry!

There was something about these ands that intrigued him, blame it on the pack that stalked the forest near by - but the brute cloaked in a muddied robe was morbidly curious about them. Although he had no interest in joining their ranks, it was about time that he began to familiarize himself with the locals rather than just skulking off on his own.

Despite not crossing their borders in order to lure out some members and initiate some kind of skirmish, he was keeping an eye out for members to feed his curiosity. Even one who was confident in their own battle abilities, he was not stupid enough to challenge anyone on pack lands and invite to be out numbered.

Having come to the large body of water, he had found what he was looking for - what he always looks for; food. A young, possibly first time mother doe was at the edge of the water with her progeny. Despite his large figure, Vengeance had always been proficient in ambushing, stalking until they were at their most vulnerable, and as their heads dipped down to drink from one of the multiple creeks that merged with the lake, they were just that. Vulnerable.

Once the biggest threat, the mother, had her head down, the fawn copied her, leaving them without a guard for predators. Giving him the opening he had so patiently waited for. Thundering forward, he wasted no time to sink his teeth into the young one's flank. Startled by the attack, the mother ran off, possibly hoping her youth was following, only for it to struggle to stand let alone run.

Not wanting to take a second risk of getting a hoof to the face, he stood back. Waiting for the young fawn to bleed out, or tire itself out; while he would simply follow in its steps.