Arrow Lake mourntart

the pair spread forth, hounding the tattered trail of a limping buck; its' tracks were uneven, each hoof placed in inconsistence -- thorn paused to study the shortened strides. detecting it was lame in a fore-limb, the beast skulked ahead at stigmata's silent insistence, his gaze trailing the snow-blanketed rough-lands.

he coursed ahead, body low and prowling -- the scent of buck grew ever headier, and when he was within sight of the hapless creature he slithered behind interrupted breaks of stone, his pelt affording a natural, shadowed camoflauge. he came from head-on -- a pursuit that might have seemed tactless, save thorn knew pivoting on an injured limb was a laborious process; the buck would struggle to spin and turn away, which would afford both him and stigmata time in which to fell the wounded beast.

he exploded from his vantage, a black blur eclipsed by disturbed snow flurries. the buck rose its head and froze, soft eyes wide as it recognized its' danger. its long legs spun rapidly, but not soon enough -- and soon the two wolves would close in on it and deliver it from its suffering.