Shy Deer Steppes C'est la vie

Holo stepped gingerly onto the rough sandy ground. He had smelled them from some ways away. Antelope, ready for hunting. He crouched low in the overgrown brush, he could see them from here, even though he was some distance away. They seemed unbothered by his presence. He was but one wolf afterall. He surveyed the herd in an attempt to choose his prey wisely. There appeared to be multiple young among them that he would aim for first. It was then that a snake slid across his paw and he jumped backwards with a yelp. The herd startled and began to to stir, causing them to to panic. He glared towards the direction the snake had gone, but nonetheless gave chase.