Rising Sun Valley Fresh Meat… and it’s me

Malila had not fled, abandoning the hunt. Her momentary disappearance into the brush was a distraction. A means to sneak around and try and surprise the buck. 

It seemed to be working. He was focused to the two pack wolves, with swipes of his antlers.  

The tricky part for her was stealing close. Difficult in the thicket, where leaves and twigs crunched underfoot. She moved quickly, trying to step as lightly as she could without making too much noise. When she was in such a position that she was behind the deer, hopefully unseen, she made her move. She bolted, breaking cover. Dashing towards him, snapping her jaws.

Hopefully she caught him by surprise and he would run. Otherwise she would have to double back if those antlers came swinging her way.