Great Bear Wilderness pale touch

His teeth clicked in his maw- anticipating his next strike with a feral excitement. Lips were already drawn back in preparation, tongue pulling back as he watched his comrade slam into the doe and cause it to fumble. That was all he needed to seize the moment.

With a zig-zagging motion he lunged for her head hanging low as she tried to right her balance, for only a moment clamping onto her neck and yanking on whatever he could manage to. Not the jugular quite yet, but enough to make her bleed in yet another area- a sensitive one at that. Desperate hooves flew out and just barely grazed his flank, sending some of his hairs into the wind. Had he not been in the heat of it he'd have winced at the shrill sting it'd left on his side. He'd feel it later like an annoying papercut, but for now the only mental note he made was that that was too close.

Henryk sprung further away this time and observed, now able to trot alongside the doe with how much she'd slowed. Blood trickled from both the wound on her neck and flank, her mouth and eyes were open wide and rapidly glancing between each of them and the land in front of her. How easy it'd be to outrun them... If only she could.

He could sense that the final throws of survival were around the bend. The doe would turn on them in a last-ditch effort to fight for her life, maybe, if she proved to have the will to. A dangerous stage of the hunt, but it was still all in a similar manner as the rest of it- patience was key. They would circle her until she lost her will to fight, with the two of them one could easily distract her kicks while the other attacked from the opposite side.