Sunbeam Lair well, the world might cut you down again, but you know the way back home

Reyson looked again towards the prey, knowing too that they would need to go for the weaker one, but it was not his choice. not his hunt. He hated taking those that were healthy, when the weak and infirm, were just that. Though he could understand why the ram would stay near the weak one.

Reyson was larger, so he moved to intercept the ram from the ewe. He was quiet in his stalking, until they both would get into place, and then with a snarl and snap of his teeth he would attempt to get the ewe towards his hunting partner, and the ram. He kept a weather eye on the ram. He did not wish for broken ribs today.

Years of hunting in tandem rose up to take it's place, and Reyson felt the draw of the battle. And he was enjoying himself.