Stavanger Bay There's no season like deer season

He followed Julooke at her cue, hanging back a bit to let her do her thing. He felt saliva begin to trickle in the corners of his mouth as the deer came into view and their strong scent washed over him, and within minutes, the chase was on. He ran alongside Julooke, slightly off to her left, and watched as she drove him to snap at the heels of the old doe. His packmates acted similarly, closing in to worry her flanks, inflict what wounds they could, or otherwise hang back and wait for an opening.

Verrine put on a burst of speed to pull ahead of the doe, and then abruptly changed directions and ran right across the path in front of her. He leaped as he crossed the path of her front hooves, deftly avoiding any blows she aimed at him, but he was successful in stumbling her somewhat and causing her to change directions quickly, slowing her down enough for his packmates to gain a small advantage.