Little Goat Mountain the red string of fate tugs at my heart

I'm so sorry for these lame replies. ^_^"

Leigh caught sight of the wolf skipping down the hills and a relieved expression took over her features. She was quick on her feet, but she had now caught up and she lacked in strength to bring down prey with such a poorly-positioned bite. Although the male had latched onto the fawn's neck and they began to slow, the she-wolf didn't release her grip on the animal's leg in case something were to go wrong with the hunt.

The surrounding herd flashed by like a blur, though they weren't a concern as it seemed they had since stopped fighting and were instead fleeing. The female couldn't help but feel a slight stab of guilt for taking a mother's child, but as inconsiderate as it might seem, she was too hungry to worry about that.

The she-wolf considered releasing her initial bite to go in for the kill, but they still hadn't completely come to a stop, and she didn't quite trust herself to risk it until they had brought down the fawn.