Flycatcher Downs vorarephobia

He cackled wildly at the buck's valiant efforts, quickly darting away despite the nonexistence of his antlers. While brown-hunter lunged for its throat in his opening, the wolf took advantage of it's loss of balance and struck at its flank. His weight was his best asset and the beast's hindquarters sunk heavily under him as teeth gripped it's uninjured thigh. Soon, it would be unable to rise and hunter-friend could strike again.

Amidst a mouthful of blood and hair came a violent, and unintelligible cheer. "JAAA GETH'EM!!"