Second Chances

There was that fine moment of opportunity. Of when predator and prey had the perfect balance to be at even odds with one another. Jakart flexes his toes and stalked forwards hairsbreadths at a time. The deer chewing upon berries as it remained unaware of the lurking hunter behind it, death inching closer and closer. With a sudden burst of speed the grey wolf leapt forward and took off after the suddenly bolting prey as it headed right. But Jakart had begun the chase to close for it to matter as his jaws sunk into it's flank and both hunter and hunted went down onto the leaves. The killing blow was applied quickly and thankfully no more wounds were further attained in his time down south.

The young ungulate's life ended as it choked to death from a rending wound applied to neck, Jakart standing safely away with his bloody muzzle as he watched the doe become still. Feeling satisfied with the kill and knowing a certain she wolf would be grateful for the food he simply grabbed up the soon to be eaten meal and made his was back towards the den. Blood squelched and bubbled from his lips as he rounded the bend in the garden and came upon the sight of his lover. Laying down his prize and giving a lick of his lips Jakart quickly wiped his muzzle off haphazardly on the grass, tail held high as he hummed with good cheer. There was a strange feeling in the air as he approached Callisto where she lay away from her beloved herb stash all heaped up in a pile, Jakart however ignoring the feeling as he gave his oncemate a tender nuzzle against her cheek. If there was anything seriously wrong she would tell him in her own time, the male reclining on his haunches to patiently wait and see if she needed anything else.