Redtail Rise The Imaginary

With the slowing of the deer as Njord dragged his own body down with it, Angler surged forward. His claws dug into the grainy earth as his locked eyes on the doe's throat. Each step rung emptily in his ears, his mind gone as his instincts took over. bared teeth came to meet with coarse fur, digging through and securing the prey. The doe called out as Angler shook and tore, trying to get as much damage in as he could. The doe struggled hard, rear legs kicking back at her rear assaulter, front legs and head swinging around at the one on her jugular. hooves clashed with Angler's check, small grazes now crossing on his face and withers.

Soon enough the struggle stopped, mountainside falling silent as Angler realized he fought the meal he'd won. He let the deer from his grasp and stared.

"Well."

He paused longer, heart swaying as his adrenaline rush came down. He did not feel for the doe, it was food, but he did feel for himself, as if he'd demonstrated a skill for an elder wolf for the first time right. It made him pause as he was thrust back to a time of accomplishment he hadn't felt in forever.