Hideaway Strath It’s crazy what you’ll do for a friend

As in tune as she was with her mate, she could feel his overly-excited energy as he practically vibrated with anticipation beside her. She knew he liked to hunt, but this seemed a little off to her. She was afraid it would cloud his judgement. But before she could try and calm him, he was dictating their target and then he was taking off towards the herd. She stared at him with angry exasperation for a few moments. Not only would she had selected a safer target not so close to the buck, she would have waited and got closer before jumping into the thick of things. 

Jumping into action, she sprinted forward, if only just to try and keep his dumb ass from getting hurt. As expected, things were a mess. The herd was stampeding all around them, making it hard for her to make her way towards him. She had to bite and growl and slam into a few panicked deer before she was at his side again. He had somehow managed to find their target in the midst of all the chaos, but the young doe was sidled up next to the buck who was casting worried, yet warning glances their way as he fled. 

She was faster than her husband, so she reached the doe first and thrust herself up, her teeth snapping and grabbing a hold of her shoulder before she hit the ground and rolled. She landed on her feet, and flung herself forward, glad to see that she had tore a nice chuck from their prey. The blood spilled down the deer's leg, and she limped as she tried furiously to get away. Simmik wanted to get this done as quickly as possible—before either of them got hurt.