Fancy Seeing You Here

He could see that the herd was beginning to leave the fawn behind and Alarik would speed up. Vulcan would keep his pace up with the other wolf and the fawn, watching as Alarik tried to get a grip on his legs. Vulcan knew that they could probably take it down without fatally wounding it, and he wasn’t going to completely wait.

So he would close in on the fawn, drawing nearer and nearer so it would run faster, so it would tire out. He came into its side, snarling and his jaws snapped at its side. Getting a taste of blood as he ripped away a small amount of flesh. It would spook the prey, so it would go into panic mode if it already wasn’t and disorientate it. It had nowhere to run and maybe it would trip up or something, but he didn’t want to go for the kill yet until it was on the ground. It was too risky to try and go for the blow now while they were still in motion.