Hideaway Strath Firestorm

Kynareth’s eager to go in for a bite. He’s always longing for the taste of blood to bloom beautifully on his black tongue. It almost makes chills go up his spine at the thought. Something that’s even better than hunting deer or prey is hunting wolves. Yes, that’s even better. Yet he’s going to have to settle for now. 

He’s veers to the left front of the deer and jumps into it. Seeing if he can cause it to stumble and fall. She stumbles but sadly doesn’t fall. How lucky of her. He thinks absentmindedly. Try again. He goes in once more except this time he’s jumping and pinching the skin of the deers side abdomen threateningly. Hoping he’d be able to bite it enough to get the innards to break and spill horribly across the dying grass.