Blacktail Deer Plateau the witching hour

The two predators swept across the plains with impressive speed towards their quarry. Finley could feel the thrill of the hunt trilling through her veins as she ran, crescendoing as she sensed her partner bearing down on their target. She felt her teeth clench in a wolfish grin at the sight of him teasing the panicked creature, the idea of turning this into a game flashing through her mind. But a snarl of hunger made its way then out of her throat, and she narrowed her eyes to focus and force her legs to work harder.

Fin sprang when the time was right, directing her jaws towards a back leg as it flailed towards her face. Contact was made, and the Blackthorn snapped down with her teeth as hard as she could. She felt the bones break as a stream of blood began to flow over her tongue and teeth, but before she could stop and pull the lamb down, she felt a sudden crash into her side. Fin barked out in pain as she tumbled to the ground from the force of the charging ewe, releasing the prey's leg for it to continue its escape. The girl found her paws quickly and whirled with a furious roar to glare at the form of the retreating old goat that had foiled her plan. She was quick to turn again to continue the chase, though even as she did so, she knew the chances were decent that Lasher had been able to take the young beast down in her stead.

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