Dawnlark Plains Belly to the Rubble

Vagar slowed to a gallop as the prey neared the other hunter. He took a moment to contemplate what he would do if this stranger would be the one to make the kill. The man wasn’t so hungry that he would use his energy to rip the morsel out of another’s mouth. It would be better to save his strength for another kill.

But soon the rabbit was coming back towards him. The predators had closed in on both sides and Vagar noted the angle in which the other wolf was approaching. He could appreciate the other was a good hunter by how they directed the prey right towards him. There was little the prey could do to slip by. 

Muscles bunched and legs scrambled to anticipate the rabbit’s trajectory. He lunged only to catch the critter’s hint leg. It was enough for Vagar to lift the meal in the air and slam it on the rock below to knock it unconscious… if not kill it immediately. The hunter then slit the throat of the prey, and it was over. He looked up back at the wolf who helped trap the kill. “I’m not against sharing if you want some.” He offered, nosing the rabbit toward the stranger. It was only fair, the game would have gotten away if they were not their to redirect.