Redhawk Caldera Another Cookie for the Jar

As the doe neared, Tempest resisted the urge to spring out of her hiding place. "3...2...1..." she murmered, then sprang out of the brush. The does eyes widened, but it was to late. Tempest made contact with the deer, her claws slidding into its flesh. She nimbly twisted, and was mounted on the base of the doe's neck. The doe cried out as it stumbled and fell, Tempest's jaws clamped around it's neck. In the struggle, one of the deers hoofs caught her in the side, winding her and making her loosen her jaws slightly. She looked at Somnia for help, hooves raining down on her side, leaving sizable bruises.