Blacktail Deer Plateau no one gets left behind

It's fine, things have been insane here

He shook his head as she took off, marveling at her energy. True he enjoyed the hunt, but not to the extent that she did. He followed where he knew she had gone, moving at a more stately pace, keeping silent and alert for any sign of movement around him.

He could find no prey in the direct vicinity, but this did not trouble him. Often it took a while, and some of the prey may have noticed Fireblaze's sprint and taken cover. She might have some luck when she slowed though. He veered off the path, then slid silently and carefully through the thicker undergrowth. This took some doing with his size. Suddenly his pelt caught on a branch, pulling it away from the bush it belonged to. Dante sighed at the inevitable as the stick whipped back, setting its fellows to rustling and causing a bit of a chain reaction. This turned to interest in an instant, though, as a ptarmigan flushed from the growth, frightened to the air by the sudden wave of movement. Springing powerfully, he managed to snap his jaws around one of it's wingtips, dragging it down and whacking it with a paw. It's spine instantly broke, killing it painlessly.

Pleased with his luck, he picked up the prize, then continued back in the direction his packmate had taken. When he emerged he saw her sitting there waiting, a mouse in her jaws. "Looks like we're in luck," he said, having set down the bird to speak. The one thing he hated about hunting birds, however, was the feathers. Even as he spoke he could feel one on the roof of his mouth. "Ugh." He grimaced, spitting it out and looking at the bird ruefully. "So delicious, yet covered in such irritating things."