If My Nose Was Running Money, Honey I'd Blow It All On You [G]

Brandr twisted sharply to his right, turning his focus towards the fawns as the earthen man managed to separate the from the group. The young deer were panicking and inexperienced. They were going just where the predators wanted them to go. Brandr drew in great breaths as he pushed his body onward, willing his bulky frame to move with unexpected speed and grace. The fawns continued bolting toward the right when one of them suddenly realized they were getting further away from the herd. As the fawn tried to double back and avoid the wolves it stumbled.

Brandr launched himself forward, fangs ripping into the left front shoulder of the fawn. His core tightened as he raised himself on his hind legs, throwing his forelegs forward to wrap around the base of the fawns neck so he could use his weight to drag it to the ground. He held fast as the creature flailed and kicked. He was focused on the task at hand and unaware of the state of the other fawn. He was fairly certain he could pin this one, leaving the other open to the foreigner's mercy but if the other should get away then Brandr would do his best to ensure that the stranger got a good shot at the throat of the fawn he was working to pin to the ground.