Stone Circle If it's not rough, it isn't fun

Adeline crouched low, her gaze never leaving the doe. They were both alone, their perspective packs elsewhere. Adeline assumed deers were never alone, but maybe they thought the same about wolves. The young adult could not pass up the opportunity to try and take down the lone deer.

She pushed off the ground, and headed for her intended target, who seemed so shocked that she froze. That split second was enough for Adeline to leap onto her backside, just as the doe meant to run. Adeline grabbed on with her jaws, trying to get a chunk of meat between them. The doe began to buck this way and that, attempting to throw the wolf. Adeline could feel herself beginning to slip, but she still fought for a hold. 

Suddenly, the doe bucked into the side of a tree, pinning Adeline between them before rushing off. Adeline lost her grip as the air rushed from her lungs and she fell to the ground.

She hoisted herself up as she tried to catch her breath, a grin spreading across her face. No, she hadn't gotten a meal. But, it had been a hell of a ride. She sat back on her hind end, knowing the doe would be long gone by the time Adeline found air again.