Flycatcher Downs vorarephobia

The wolf’s teeth sank in, and while he was thrust away, it seemed the animal had been sufficiently wounded to slow it down. She watched for the wolf to rebound- grateful to see that he seemed to have suffered little to no injury. He harried the animal, snapping for its heels. The young spike lowered his head as if to ward the wolf away, though he did not possess the crown that would enable him to reach.

In the wake of his attack she struck, streaking toward the distracted deer and jumping to catch the creature just below its jawline. She sank in her teeth and allowed her weight to swing, pulling the deer’s head down and causing it to stumble sideways from the sudden attack.