Tuktu Weir and these three men made a solemn vow

Vein never thought hunting with another would be so easy, He loved it when prey came to him. He’d often lay for hours in the same position waiting for prey to come to him, today he’d not wait so long, he fear as the deer drew closer that she’d scent him and dart into another direction but snow hampered her.

He heard the call of the other wolf, not prepared to be yelled at, he flinched and it distracted him, combined with the weight of the snow he’d hidden under, it threw his aim and his teeth grabbed the thick meat of her neck just before the deer’s shoulder not a fatal grab by any means.

But Vein held fast sinking his teeth in deep latching on like a leech and dropped his legs out from under himself, holding on for all he was worth and becoming dead weight. The deer bleated in panic and surged forward hitting him with her legs as she tried to run faster.

The brute did not let go despite the pummelling he was receiving though her hooves could not connect with him so he was only receiving bruises.

The deer grew tried and slowed unable to continue a headlong charge with a 200+ pound passenger. The other wolf would have to come in deliver a killing blow as Vein was doing nothing but holding fast and not allowing for escape.