Silver Moraine The Paths Others Have Trod

The deer faltered, stood to make her last stand but she was sluggish and would succumb to her wounds. A risk to strike at her still but he had been taught to make his kills clean, to not linger on them. He snapped and snarled at the stalled hind and when he saw an opportunity he seized it going for her throat and holding fast until her already weak struggles faded to twitches and she fell.

The hunt was over and he leg go, tilting his head over the doe and offering a quiet thanks for both the deer and his companion on the hunt and their safety. He moved to tear the carcass open, a bloody grin on his lips as he began slicing meat from bone leaving plenty of room for the red wolf to take her fill.