Shy Deer Steppes With Paws All Riddled In Sand

Awesome! I’d call that a grab then! I don’t think anymore rolls are necessary. ;)

Santiago watches with an intensity one could only find enthralling as the scene plays out in slow motion before him. The deer running towards the other and those dangerous looking jaws clamping down on its throat. Impressive. Is all Santi thinks as he continues to sprint up to the dusk cloud. Things are hazy for a second but dodging the kicking limbs of their prey he latches onto the muscled flank of its hind leg. If the others grip fails he wants to make sure they’d be able to catch it quickly again.

His teeth puncture the shy deer’s flesh and the taste of blood instantly blossoms onto his tongue. He crunches his jaws together and the muscles of his body ripple when he plants his paws to give a vigorous shake of his head. Kicking up more dust, Santi begins pulling back whereas the chocolate wolf pulls away. The monochromatic wolf shakes his head and the tear of flesh is almost audible as blood spews horribly from the animals neck and leg. That’s what Santi would call a successful hunt.