On the trail

He had been out real early to start a hunt, fallowing a deer trail he had come across last night. He knew they would have bedded down close by. He had seen a few of this year's fawn's intermingled within the herd and knew that he could easily take one of those down on his own, plus it would make an okay meal to bring back to the pack.He was in luck this morning and his hunt had went according to his plans. The herd was still bedded down and he was about to quickly take down on of the fawns. The next thing he needed to do was drag it home. It was a heavy fawn but he managed.

Dragging it home had taken the longest amount of his time for the morning. Taking it all the way to the thicket where he could safely place it for the others to eat. When he finally set it down he noticed an odd commotion not to far off and gently moved after it, unsure of what was going on. When he got close to the scene and Fox was being chased by a fellow pack mate, leaving him wondering what the rascal had done.