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He was genuinely surprised to hear that the wolf took his offer seriously. He chuckled, his fortunes changing. The fawn had slipped through his grasp, but he could still get a meal today. The ache that he felt before had alleviated slightly, shifting with the adrenaline that began to course through his veins.

Oh, I won't kill you, — though he really, really wanted to — I will bite you though, if I win. He grinned, a show of what was to come. Nonlethally, I promise. And he would keep his promise. He would get a bit of what he wanted, hopefully enough to satiate him — but he didn't have to kill to get his fill.

He took a step back, allowing for the wolf to pick a direction of his choosing. So then? He gestured with his head. You can have a head start.