ears thrust forward with surprise at dante's horrid snarl; the silver-eyed male had appeared too gentle to make such a noise, but lasher clucked his tongue at his own ability to be fooled by such. now amused, the delta tensed, ready to grab the fawn as the herd thundered past him.
breaking into a sprint, the darkfurred wolf gave pursuit directly at the flank of the racing herd, where the fawn was secreted. dodging the flailing hooves of the cows, their butting polls, he seized the small creature by its rump and dragged it nearer to him. its terrified bleats rent the air, and he swung forward to snap for its throat.
the fawn's mother veered, lunging back for lasher, and he flashed long teeth at her, but was forced to let go the fawn. a curse rose in his throat, and, unwilling to lose his kill, he crushed its hindleg with a savage bite. the fawn screamed and collapsed; the cow was given a rout with a series of harsh barks and snarls from the delta; and presently lasher glanced back toward dante with lolling tongue, standing over the still-breathing fawn.