Ouroboros Spine Little Shop of Horrors

The assassin was a dirty splotch against the pure white snow. Damned genetics and all that, but he could make it work. The pack needed food, so hunting had to be done, regardless of the drawbacks.

He spotted the lone buck hours ago, tracking it from one end of the Spine almost to the other. This one was wilily, that was for sure. He knew this land like the back of his....hoof. But he was weak; an antler from his previous opponent was stuck in his chest. It was a miracle that he hadn't died yet, a miracle for Kaname that is.

Kaname hissed as the buck spotted him again, running away as fast as a wounded buck could go, but fast enough to evade the wolf, who was trapped in the thick snow. The Beta cursed under his breath, watching the buck run off, panting with annoyance. If he had some help he could certainly bring him down. He tipped his head back and let loose a low howl, in order to alert anyone in the area that he required assistance.