Neverwinter Forest Find a shade tree and a honey hole

The flash of frustration in Luhtar's eyes gave away to focus, his nose snarling up with a rumbling snarl. A challenge for the cornered buck, who quickly began to panic the moment he saw the ginger flash of Sólhárr’s pelt. He surged forward, mustering to cover as much ground as possible, aiming to catch up to the fleeing buck.

Luckily, Sólhárr had quickly corrected Luhtar's misstep. The adrenaline pooling in the large wolf's body was what kept him moving, jaws unhinging in preparation to swallow a fatty chunk of the buck's back thigh between his teeth. He slowed down just in time to prevent as much collision as possible, avoiding the risk of slamming Sólhárr off of the felled beast. It writhed upon the ground, kicking; knees pressing into the ground to push itself back up.

Just as the buck nearly managed back to his feet, fighting against the iron grip Sólhárr had on him, Luhtar's chest came crashing into his backside. He dug his paws into the earth below, bracing against the wild thrashing of the two-toe. His muscles coiled and burned, but he held steady, giving his head a violent jerk to tear a wound in the buck and bleed him faster.

Each shift and kick gradually lost intensity until, finally, the creature stilled, its energy spent. Luhtar wanted to collapse into the ground beside it, but he stumbled up to his towering height, inhaling greedy gulps of the crisp, cold autumn air. A look was exchanged between the two wolves before Luhtar laughed, trying to fight down the urge to wrap the other in a bear hug. "No beast is a match for us." He growled out, a victorious pride dripping from his voice.