What's for Breakfast?

*Alarik* · 07-02-2017, 12:10 PM

He and Pyralis ran side by side, keeping up with the young antelopes as they tried to flee. Alarik had his eyes on one that seemed to be running out of steam and losing speed, but suddenly a flurry of movement caught his eye and he whipped his head around to see what was happening. Apparently the pressure of the hunt ended up being too much for one of the fawns, and it looked like it had tried to double back only to trip and fall. Alarik turned quickly and ran back toward the fallen antelope, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Pyralis had noticed the fawn first and was already on its back with her jaws on its throat. He wanted to give her the chance to make the killing blow. She had earned it.

So Alarik stood there, jaws parted as he panted and recovered from the thrill of the chase. The sound of panicked hooves against the ground echoed into the distance as he waited for his hunting partner to tear out its throat. Hopefully she wouldn't be too messy about it. He wanted the death of the fawn to be swift, so they could both sit down and enjoy their meal.

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