Redhawk Caldera PACK HUNT — Turn the white snow red as strawberries in summertime

A swam of energy pushed the golden teen forward, as he kept a easy pace with the greyscale femme, the little mis Som Som. And without a doubt, it took very little energy for him to do such, for having such a miraculous eating and exercise habit, the athletic form shone.
Keeping wary irises on the doe the Ebony Alpha wittle the easiest down to, he took his role as seriously as he took his patients.
Ash knew he wouldn't be able to be a powerful influence on the doe, but sure as santa's hell in the pole, would he do his share.
The doe, struggling to keep with the herd, was losing precious energy in the process, and the golden hippie was relieved Peregrine chose the old broad. Especially seeing how it meant a bit less of a fight that would have to be put up to chop her off.

Somnia took her gait with a graceful though deadly serious bit of spot, the girl taking action to spur the antlerless ven. While the chocolate eyed babe took her turn to speed her up, Ash decided to attempt to slow her down. Tapping into his own lightning, the sun reflectant dude sped a bit farther up, and began his mission of hassling her front limbs. With quick nips, knacks, and nabs, the doctor attacked the broads foreleg and left shoulder.

Damn, this chick's got some fight in her, he noted to himself, as the ven tried to shove him off of her. After a fourth shove, he snarled at the doe, and stuck to falling back to his cheerleader's side.

But Ashton soon smiled, as he saw the hot blush of crimson stain the ground at an artery he severed in the deer's foreleg.
Oh, anatomy.