Nimbus Summit the debts of ukiyo

A nod and shes off. She’s terribly graceful as she runs, hardly a disturbance in her step. He’s almost jealous. He gallops like a fucking horse when he runs — noisy, graceless, clunky. 

Still, the deer notices and that’s his cue. He bolts through a thick layer of bushes, not minding the way it’s blooming branches poke and scratch him. He carries on, urging his limbs to take him into a sprint as he descends upon the two of them. 

Now he’s on them. With a quick “Watch out.” He’s barreling towards the poor deer. He’s easily got a hundred pounds on her and despite the deers long legs, he dwarfs her. 

The brindled male shoves his shoulder into the deer harshly and down she goes. Gangly legs failing her as his weight makes her crash to the ground with a surprised wail. Kynareth skids to a halt, kicking up dirt and debris and doesn’t give her a moment to recover. He’s been irritable lately and hunting helps him take out his frustrations — well hunting and sex, but somehow he feels like the dexterous shewolf isn’t into him like that. 

He gives her a look to join as he snatches onto the throat of the deer. His teeth puncture and he shakes his head in a way that shows his frustration. He’s not only trying to effectively kill her, he wants to rip her apart.