Eytan

Eytan treaded softly through the hunting grounds, hoping to find food for his mate, Nita. She had just birthed, and was hungry. Using the dim lighting and brush to hide himself, he crouched low, waiting for some unsuspecting meat to come by.

*Prey*

A few yards away lay a young sika fawn, stone still and hiding from Eytan. His mother had hid him before going off to graze.

Eytan

Eytan, peeking around, saw nothing, and began to circle quietly, crouching here and there, nose investigating. He suddenly came downwind of the animal, and caught scent. There was fear on it, and he knew the thing had already seen him, so he simply leapt, powerful hinds launching him forward, going for the neck for a quick kill.

*Doe & Fawn*

The youngster stayed frozen for a moment with strong instinct telling it what to do. But as Eytan circled near, the fawn panicked. But by the time the wolf leapt, it was too late for the youngster. She sprung wildly from her hiding spot only to be hurtled down by Eytan's leap. Hitting the ground harshly, she lay motionless for a moment, stunned.

From nearby there was suddenly a sharp bark. But this was no dog; it was the doe who's fawn was being attacked. She barked again and stamped her hoof into the ground. Her tail was flagged up and she stared helplessly at the wolf and her young fawn, trying to draw his attention away. She was too small to rush and attack him with any real success.

Eytan

Seeing bigger game, Eytan slashed at the fawn's neck and whirled about, diving for the doe. He kept carefully away from the hooves, leaping straight for her neck, knowing she had no horns. He was hoping to bring her down fast and drag her home to his mate, who needed the food, having just birthed. Maw opened, fangs gleaming in the sunlight, and powerful hinds carried him toward the doe's vulnerable vitals.

*Deer*

The doe wheeled around, flashing her tail and sprinting away from Eytan. Her long, graceful legs carried her in longer strides than any wolf could match.

The fawn on the other hand was not so lucky. For a moment it lay kicking weakly on the ground before it's body was stilled in death. It would provide a very nice meal.

Eytan

Eytan, seeing the doe flee, grabbed the fawn he had felled, and dragged it back toward the den, and his mate.