Firefly Glen Eòlach

They made a fine pair of hunters; but of course, the whole family had grown up learning from one-another and working together, and this was the same. It was easy enough to find his place as the chaser — and soon Kinloch was there with his brawn and his teeth, both wolves snapping at their quarry until the terror of the moment caused the stag to react.
That was what Willow had been waiting for. It was baited in to a reaction, and in doing so the stag destabilized its base by rearing up. Willow was swift to mete out damage: cutting at the haunch of the beast, then the belly, swerving dangerously close to those hooves as they flailed towards Kinloch; and then out again, to the other side for more.
The stag did not immediately react to the injuries as they came. It appeared shocked by how daring the lithe wolf was, and perhaps it had never faced-off against two such cunning creatures before? Willow didn't know, or care. It staggered after a second; blood staining its hide in streaks, as it aimed finally for Willow, only too late, as it was light-headed and weakened.