The Floodlands Don't get hot and flustered

@Dawson

The fawn had proved difficult to catch. Normally such small young things were easy to catch, especially in the midst of spring when they had just been born. With this information in mind, supported by years and years of evidence, he began the hunt. But something had gone wrong. Too many variables. He had taken a decent nip out of the young creature's flank, for all it was worth.

Maybe it was the terrain, unfamiliar and wet as it was.

Maybe he was too cocky, and should have been more cautious in his stalking.

Maybe he was getting old.

What blood he did take dripped from his mouth. He savored it, letting out a delighted groan as the flavor hit his tongue. That small taste enraged him, for he knew he could have been privy to more had he not been so careless. He licked over his mouth, between his teeth, and began searching for droplets on the ground near him, suddenly becoming ravenous with both rage and lust.