Rising Sun Valley Fresh Meat… and it’s me

With the she-wolf gone from vision, the stag focused on them—a sweep of powerful antlers through the air. Akavir bristled then—a snarl escaping him and a snap delivered to the spring air. If the buck meant to intimidate it did not work—and the shadowed wolf began to drift to one side of the deer, waiting to see if it would bolt opposite them or stand its ground. A test.

That was when the she-wolf erupted from behind the stag—jaws snapping—aiming to catch the prey by surprise and have it flee from her and to the waiting jaws of the males.

Akavir did not waste time, though—he was quick to begin to close distance as well, looking for the weakest and least guarded spot of their target.