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

Varon watched as the two fawns veered off to the right, heading not straight into the stranger, but at an angle that allowed the boy to catch up to them faster. It was a well executed plan as he watched from meters away, teeth flashing and body crashing into one of the unlucky baby deer. Purple orbs shifted to the other fawn, the Russian swinging past the stranger towards it, but only for a few paces before realizing that this deer was now a bit too far to really reach before his stamina had depleted. Without much hesitation, the earthly-toned man changed directly, looking towards the fawn that was now being straggled by the much larger man.

Glistening white fangs were revealed, a snarl rumbling through his throat. This boy had prepared the fawn for a quick death. Despite the size of the man, the fawn was still a decent size itself, but had no opportunity for escape. Regardless, with its sibling/friend managing to escape, Varon focused on taking down his first delicious meal in a few weeks. Maw open, he rushed towards the baby deer and immediately wrapped his mouth around its neck, fangs now biting down on it to kill it through suffocation. It struggled, but after a few minutes, the body would become limp, and the two would enjoy a delicious feast.