Swiftcurrent Creek They're smirking at fresh blood

*finally tiredly wordvomits out another reply, yargh  @.@;; *

Talos hadn't a clue she wasn't the only one here who'd never hunted a deer. She barely had a glimpse to spare for her old friend @Soltero, much less anything resembling a coherent thought; her eyes jittered over him and a number of other pack wolves before again desperately seeking her targeted doe's retreating hindquarters. What she should have been more concerned about was the large angry buck still hot on her tail, but Talos wasn't exactly thinking straight here, especially with the buzzy bee in her skull having had the bone-rattling drumming of the hoofbeats all around her added to its tempo. Talos aimed a snap at the doe that came absolutely nowhere near connecting. Her tongue lolled from her mouth as she lunged haplessly onward, suppressing a yip and skidding sideways a little as one sharp hoof raked her hip.

She was shocked and then relieved as a sudden large blur of black fur went speeding daringly behind her, getting in-between the youngest wolf and the angrily brandished set of antlers in her wake. Kavik was there drawing the buck's attention, and Talos was panting hard as she finally allowed her body to slow down—something she rather had to do now, with the sudden pang in her right hindleg. She quickstepped off toward the side and turned toward the spectacle of Kavik and angry buck, though not without a last longing look and whimper after the vanishing rest of the herd. Her ears swiveled to follow the Alpha's movements and her eyes widened, impressed by his daring and skill, before her attention was distracted by the sudden flash of brown-and-grey fur that was a female she didn't recognize launching herself at the buck's rump. Talos winced sympathetically as the bitch received a solid kick for her efforts. Y'awrait?! she called, hop-skipping her way over toward the female, though she wasn't certain if her words were actually audible through the din.

Talos's ears folded back in distress and dismay was writ plain on her face as she saw the stream of blood marring Rosalie's leg. The adolescent gave her head a quick, impatient shake to rid itself of its own much-smaller but currently-more-annoying tiny stream of blood as her lowering of her skull caused it to reroute its ticklish trickle directly toward her eyeball. She clumsily swiped a paw across the side of her face to banish it more thoroughly before again peering at the other female's leg. She attempted to offer up a few cursory licks to try and clean the mess up as the other bitch kept stalking the perimeter. As Rosalie didn't seem in any real danger of immediately dying, however, Talos turned her face back toward the buck. With a menacing growl and a little less speed than before Talos launched herself back at the offending deer. Improbably enough, she managed to mostly-avoid Kavik as he dashed in front of her again, and to instead get ahold of the meaty muscle of one flailing cervid foreleg as it came whistling down. Talos tried to give it a vicious shake, but she moved more than the deer did, being pulled awkwardly down toward the dirt along with the leg yet refusing to let go of the prize she'd finally gotten clenched between her teeth. She did make an incoherent but loud startled noise as the jolt of impact resounded up through her skull and rattled her brain, though, along with a sharper exclamation as her claws scrabbled for purchase on the pebbly ground and skittered her hindend around sideways, including (somewhat unfortunately) her earlier-bruised and screaming hipbone. It was just enough of a move to spare her from the first hasty spearing attempt by the buck's antlers, as the prey animal bellowed in fury and abortively tried to get both Kavik and Talos, but it looked pretty questionable whether it'd be enough to let her dodge the next one, especially with her so mindlessly and bulldogishly clinging onto that foreleg.