Chimera Fields All the fear and the fire

Cole crouched low, eyes locked on the doe’s grazing form. I’ll hit her hard, jump in from the front, he whispered, voice low and steady. You chase her back this way, toward me. We’ll corner her.

He flicked his gaze toward her, a hint of a smirk on his muzzle. Stay sharp. And with another breath, B'careful. With that, he took a breath, preparing for the strike, muscles coiled with anticipation.