Redsand Canyon Said, oh, I’ll never know

Donovan is rushing beside the beast. A plume of red dust appearing behind them. The shewolf has finally caught up and now he will not hold back. 

Rushing forward, he jumps and risks a deadly kick to the head. Slamming his shoulder into the animals legs. The beast stumbles but doesn’t seem to be falling to the ground. He goes in again, snapping vicious teeth into the meat of its hind leg and finally it goes tumbling.

He’s skidding his paws along the rough terrain to stop in time. To snatch up the pronghorn, to not give it any time to get up.