Ravensblood Forest And if you long to never die

As she had hoped, Donovan jumped out once she moved the deer close enough to him. The fawn had been closest and was snatched from its mother, its pained sounds filling the air. The doe slowed, and Simmik could see the dilemma in her eyes: save her baby or save herself. She almost felt bad for her, but it was just the way of life; they needed to eat. 

Simmik took advantage of the deer's moment of uncertainty, agile as she leaped from the ground to sink her teeth into her neck. She was a lot for one wolf, though, even as panicked and conflicted as she was. And the snowy Beta's bite only seemed to spur her into action. She bucked and thrashed, all the while, Simmik fought to keep her hold on the place where her teeth had sunk into their prey's flesh. In return, she was flung around a little. Her weight helped even things out a bit, but she could feel her hold slipping as blood flowed from the wound and down her cheeks. adrenaline pumped through her veins and her heart pounded in her chest. She was unsure how Donovan had fared, but she hoped for his assistance soon. If they were lucky, they would be able to take them both down.