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He resurfaces for a tight smile, and then he’s back in, scoped, his eyes on their target: a doe. They make eye contact for a moment. This makes his skin prickle, and his heartbeat quicken. Hunting was what he and Donovan were evolved to do. And did you know that wolves aren't built to kill? That prey usually die from shock or blood loss? 

The gnashing of teeth, the tearing of flesh. Colin sees Donovan’s nod, and the tunnel vision sets in. The doe is jittery– with her long legs and nocturnal eyes, she should’ve been able to escape from both of them, but she is still young, motherless, and frightened. Fear kills. He leaps forward, and with the rattle of disturbed branches, the chase begins. He hopes to make it short.