Dead Zone

He moved in silence with his cousin, following the scents and listing them in the back of his mind. He lowered himself to his belly in a Sphynx position, nodding silently as she gave her suggestion. “Perhaps we’ll have some luck with these two.”

He watched on with fathomless eyes as the two bucks fought it out, keen eyes taking in the scene calmly. And then it happened, as the larger of the two twisted away as the other lunged forward. A sharp tine of the buck’s antlers caught the other in the shoulder.

A growling grunt of pain and fury escaped the injured buck and he twisted back to clash again with his opponent, but came at him wrong. The racks locked together and the two bucks struggled to both harm and escape eachother, but to no avail.

The Archangel sat up, watching closely. He waited until he was certain they’d locked together well and truly, then smiled down at his cousin. “Lucky, indeed. And a good lesson on knowing when to back down in a fight and admit defeat. You never know what can happen when you give in to blind rage.” He rose, tail flicking as he stretched.

“If you’d like to take advantage of this, I’ll take the larger one, and try to get the legs out of commission if you try the same for the other. Be careful. Even locked, they can still kick… Or we could wait for them to tire.”