Gloriously Red, Like a Dream

Not long into his search movement flickers through the tree's ahead of them. Grim pauses, ears perked. He can hear the steps of a single deer. He smiles. Lowering himself, he stalks in around the deer to get ahead. This will be an easy kill. He wonders for a moment where the rest of its herd is, but pushes the thought aside as he comes behind a tree. A single golden eye watches a small doe paw at the snow. He can guess that it is probably looking for food underneath. Slowly he inches around the tree to another, taking a pause every so often to make sure the doe doesn't hear him or spot him. His reddish coat would be easy to pick out among all the white.

Once close enough he lunges forward aiming for the doe's neck. It startles, tensing to flee. But it is too slow. Flesh and blood fill his muzzle as Grim succeeds in catching its throat. He drags it down, using the full of his body weight. He rips out its throat with a few bites and minutes later it lays dead. He looks back at Bane with a slight grin, hoping the male found Grim's hunt to be a good one. Then he turns back to start feeding on the doe, making room for the white wolf to join him.