Blacktail Deer Plateau the longing of the dead

Murr, catching up!!! o.o

Feeling the doe's neck between his teeth, Dante clamped down, killing the deer swiftly and without much pain as he snapped the vertebra. Warm blood rushed into his mouth and he released, letting the doe fall to the ground and licking the stains from his maw. Satisfied, he laughed at Lasher's statement. "You had her pinned, the task was pretty much done! But glad I could help! Hunting alone can be a real pain in those situations." Dante never recalled being stuck in the way Lasher was specifically but there was many a time in his past that he had lost prey that would have been caught had he just another body to assist with the task.

"A fine catch, too." He eyed the doe appreciatively. It would feed quite a few and still provide much for the caches. She was young, but hardy, a fact that was further exemplified by her valiant struggle against Lasher. Still giddy with the thrill of the hunt, he bounced a bit, excess energy racing through his veins. It would take a few moments to wear off, but he reveled in it. The same seemed to be true of his companion, a similar exhilaration plainly visible in handsome blue eyes. "It didn't get you, did it?" The Delta's position had hardly been a favorable one for avoiding hooves and he had been stuck in one place within the herd. It didn't appear so, but he wanted to be sure.