Redhawk Caldera Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide [m]

I'm gonna mark this with an "M" for violence, I think.

While he waited for his hunting partner to get into position, Peregrine resumed fantasizing about his glorious kill, made in the name of "Derp." His heart was already beating steadily in his breast and his muscles had begun to twitch with anticipation by the time the Beta met his eyes across their field of targets. The black wolf rose slowly from his crouch, digging his large paws into the cold earth as he prepared to leap into action.

When the other Gamekeeper drove into the middle of the herd, the Alpha kept his eyes fastened on the doe. She tried to crowd closer to the buck, though that put her closer to Elwood. While the stag was busy trying to ward off the silver hunter, he didn't have time to watch his mate's back. That left her vulnerable to Peregrine's attack as he pounded up to the pair and made a savage lunge right for the doe's throat.

She was too quick for him, swinging clear of his jaws and darting off toward the caldera. Peregrine felt a whoosh of air on his heels—presumably, the buck had turned and taken a swing at him—but he ignored it as he sprang after her. She was swift, yet not as quick as she would have been if she hadn't been carrying a fawn. Gritting his teeth and snarling between rapid breaths, the Alpha gave pursuit.

When he caught up to her, he wanted to jump onto her back and smash her to the earth. It would fit in well with his earlier daydream. Instead, he took the smarter but no less risky approach: Peregrine swept out a paw, kicking her hind legs out from beneath her. The deer made a strange squealing noise as she lost balance and began to fall. Somehow, she managed to stay on all fours, though before she could recover and start running at full speed again, Peregrine closed in and threw himself on top of her like a panther.

He sank his fangs deep into the area where her back met her haunch. Once Peregrine had a mouthful of meat, he pulled, tearing a hole in her flesh. The doe screamed this time and began bucking wildly, trying to throw him off even as he attempted to drag her to the ground. Maintaining his hold and pressing his weight down on top of her, the Master Gamekeeper took another bite near to the first wound, shaking her ferociously to do as much damage as possible. When he tore free again, he swallowed the chunk he'd ripped from her, essentially eating her alive.