Whitefish River But it wasn't for me.

Patiently he wanted, trying to keep low in the ground and hidden as to not spook the creature away from him while Lumiya herded it toward him. He focused on his hearing, listening to the hooves and feeling the ground thudding with its weight. As the beat upon the ground grew heavier, the hooves cutting through the grasses stronger, he was able to assess the beast's location as well as he could without looking at it directly... the moment the sun's rays were overcast with it's presence - he lunged. 

A bolt of movement and power right out from the ground beneath the beast, teeth snapping with the intent to grab onto the buck's throat and hold on despite how much it swung around and bucked to get him to let go. The constable held on with claws and fangs, pushing at the beast's chest with his hind legs and hooking his front around its neck. He wouldn't let go for anything at this moment.