Crazy in love

Vianni moved on silent feet as she got closer to the old, arthritic elk cow, her dusty rose eyes ocassionally flitting over to where she noticed Lucifer's path had led. Her affliction went so far as to give her a blind trust in him, and she had tested her theory many times in their past. Often pushing the male to madness, until he took what he wanted from her. Today, however, he seemed to want to test her. Vianni knew she wouldn't fail him, she would come out with this doe, or another. She would not stop until she was back on top of her lethargic seeming body. Having a male like Lucifer, who seemed always hungry, feeding you while you cared for six pups was often much easier than it sounded. He was a superior hunter, as she had known he was. He never let her want for anything, and it was magnified in the way he treated his children. His affection and gentleness with them allowed her to relax more and focus on physical recovery and basic life support for the cubs. Now, she got to stretch her predatory legs again, and she was finally away from the den sight for a stretch of time longer than the necessary bathing and relief trips.

She was still for a few minutes, lining herself up so that the elk cow would come closer to her without detecting her. Once she was in range, Vianni sprang forward and hit the ground running. Her front and hind paws stretched away from and then pulled into each other, and she thrust her head forward to maximize speed. The action had the doe spinning on her hind legs, and trying to dance away. The result of those old, rickety legs was an awkward turn and a possible sprain to one of her front hooves. She managed her hooves though, limping harder on her right foreleg but still able to run. Damn, it was only a twist, and it was still usuable. Vianni snarled as she caught up with the slowed doe, and snapped at a momentary target, sinking her teeth into the meat at the back of the prey's hind leg. Ripping her own leg away from Vianni's fangs on the next stride, the elk basically crippled herself further. Vianni would not stop, though she was panting and it was clear her endurance would need work, she slowed for a moment and then put on a burst of speed to come up on the other side of the doe.

A snarling bark had the doe back on track; as she had veered right after Vianni's attack on her left hind leg. She repeated her attack once the chance came, and again the cow was forced to rip herself on Vianni's fangs. The dark terror felt her own muscles burn and ache to stop, and she gave a short, yelping bark to let Lucifer know she was tiring fast. She would not stop her chasing and biting, not with the old doe too panicked to stop running, Vianni had to keep hurting it. At least, until Lucifer was able to come in and end the chase. Vianni would not last much longer.