Blacktail Deer Plateau PACK HUNT: Prancer was Good Eatin'

Without further ado the bodies of the hunters slinked towards the unsuspecting herd of deer so characteristic of the Plateu. With his own ears swivelling restlessly atop of his head he moved silently, always keeping himself at the right of the Alpha as the others fanned out for ambush.

Finally the signal was given and every wolf -- with exception of the pregnant Beta, the unrecognized youngling and surprisingly Kesuk(?) -- leaped into action. Snarls and barks filled the silence that had once prevailed as the wolves moved forth on their selected doe. In the midst of kicking legs and snapping jaws, Finn was able to catch a glimpse of the falling body of a partner.
Fuck
The yearling.

With a mildly concerned howl, he turned his gaze onto the fallen female.
This sudden stop however did not last long since as soon as the doe's bellows reached his ears he jerked himself back into action, quickly dissapearing behind the bucking creature.

To be honest, there wasn't much he could've have done for her anyways.
He was no healer, and having stopped to aid her would have most likely resulted in the loss of the pack's much needed dinner....

Quickly he found himself latched onto the animal's rear end, his teeth fastened on the flesh but beginning to lose grip as the animal continued to move, bucking wildly in a last attempt to shake him off.