The Tangle BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

I'm guessing we're just supposed to do whatever with it now, right?

He didn't feel the need to personally invite his wolves on the chase as he sprang after the quarry, but their prompt arrival was not missed— he expected them to stream in behind him. Warbone landed a single bite, a savage attempt at tendon and ligature, but it served to only wound the mule deer, not incapacitate him. He could not wound it again, as the ungulate kicked back in violent defense of its own life, and was momentarily spared a gory death. The stag bounded weakly away, and the hunter followed diligently, slower this time, eager to watch the creature weaken as they went, unwilling to let it rest or think for a moment that Death had left it's side. He followed, unsmiling but euphoric. This was his purest form, his most beloved. The alpha was no longer aware of his own wolves, nor the clever hyenas tailing them, and his mind had reverted to the archaic task of winning his prize through sheer fear and exhaustion.