Blacktail Deer Plateau Red solo cup

"Well, there isn't much arguing with gravity, is there?" He returned with a chuckle of his own, shaking his head. He stood, feeling a sharp sting of pain as the cut stretched but nothing unbearable. He'd need to go wash the blood from his fur but the wound was already closing. "I'll come by soon. And honestly? Not very. I wasn't much built for the sprinting chase." He smiled wryly. Next time he saw it, though, it wasn't getting away. That little tidbit had a bounty on it's head now in Dante's mind.

"Not for lack of trying, obviously." Well, win some and lose some. If he didn't have agility then at least he had a bit of luck. Putting himself out of commission wouldn't have been the best way to start his tenure as Alpha of the plateau.