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a shadow crept behind them, keeping careful watch on the animal; looking for an opportune moment to strike out. in what seems like the fraction of a second, their leader launches himself at the doe's hip, drawing the injured animal downwards towards the frigid ground. the dark loner lifts his pace in anticipation as their hunt draws closely to a ftting climax. the doe, flailing in what might be the very last moments of its life-- she lets out one final lash at the unfortunate animal closest to her hooves, succumbing them to the depths.

finch's pace abruptly stops as what had just happened sinks in for her-- the stranger, this lone wolf, who demaned stigmata join his hunt, fallen, bloodied & broken at the mercy of the animal he was pursuing. she stares at the shell of what used to contain a living being and oddly enough, she can't find any empathy for the wolf. he was the one who wanted to take on the herd alone to begin with, he was the one who dragged them into this in the first place. the snow lightly falls on the dead body, dappling red & black with white, almost heavenly. the golden idol twitches her ears as the growling & snarling of her companions become the only sound she cared for hearing. she turns away, catching back up with the rest of them, grazing her teeth amongst the deer's haunches to drag her down more.