Honeyed Pasture trek along?

Pangur continued to make bold moves, trying to trip up the buck in his path, to make it all the more easy for Galen to bear down on it. Harass until it could take no more!

The buck's patience wore thin, and it struggled to shake the Náttfari from its trail; she blocked it from moving to the treeline, shoved it each time it got too close; much to her own risk, though even when she tumbled, she was quick to leap back up and close this distance again.

When they had run in another circle, the buck decided to hold his ground, antlers angled forward, thin limbs stood firm in the ground. His energy waned, even with this strong facade he played.

It was a good thing that wolves were built to outlast, Pangur even moreso, blessed by the gods with vigour unending. Hazel eyes stared intensely, looking for an opportunity in the split seconds that the buck would rear or turn his attention to the larger of the two. When she found it, she struck right for the throat of the deer, trying to pull him down at the side so that his legs could not batter her body.

He fought hard despite his fading energy, it was now or never for him to be brought down fully. She'd need to adjust her grip to truly tear open a hole for life to seep from. For now she held firm, trying to narrowly avoid thrashing antlers.