Dante glanced just in time to see Lasher chasing the fawn. From his peripherals he watched while still keeping a wary eye on the stag who remained facing off against him. After what seemed an eternity (but was really a few moments) Lasher's barks announced his success. With another loud snarl Dante locked eyes with the buck.
It was the indecision that he saw there that prompted action. Something needed to tip the scales. Baring his teeth he lunged at it, closing the distance in an extremely threatening manner. It brought him within range, but the buck had had enough. The herd was far enough away and the scent of not one but two predators was thick on the breeze. With a stamp he whirled and took off, antlers held high. Dante watched him go, a bit of admiration passing through him at the magnificent creature.
Turning back to Lasher, he grinned. "Nice move on the fawn!" He said breathlessly, loping over to join him. He wasn't sure he would have thought to lame the youngling in order to keep it from following. It was some quick thinking.
