Shy Deer Steppes With Paws All Riddled In Sand

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The pronghorn, unwittingly, is going with their wishes. His hunting partner is wearied, flagging as he chases the antelope towards them. Yao knows that he has to time things right if he wishes to catch the creature — they were always fast things. He charges at the antelope, closing the distance between them, putting on as much speed as he can manage before the antelope can turn away. His teeth snags into the antelope's neck, the sudden snag twisting the ungulate mid-run. He feels the creature falling, limbs tripping over themselves, his limbs intermingling, until they're both on the ground, a dust cloud rising.