Ouroboros Spine we've got crosses on our eyes

Of course Cara was not so stupid to go solo after one of the deer, she had been chasing one in particular, a seasoned buck that had an old battle scar running down its side, a clear sign that these chase and run thing was nothing new. Still the yearling made no move until she was certain another wolf had rose to her aid. She nipped at the animal's feet and matched its stride for as long as she could, though her energy was quickly fading from her muscles.
It had to be now or never.

With a pressing bark cutting through her throat she lunged for it, hoping one of her packmates would come and help her, because if not she'd be stuck on a wild ride, hanging from a mad buck's rear end, at the mercy of it's sharp hooves.