Proverbs 12:27

With a firm nod Hannibal took Archon's orders with stride. He didn't mind the larger male leading the way for it was nothing but a simple hunting mission. There was no drama nor severe pretenses. They were just on the hunt for a beautiful gift to give to their Empress. A femme they both loved.

Hannibal slid into position with ease. He remained low and quiet, even his breathing was steady enough to be disguised with the wind. Pale eyes were sharpened as lids slanted into a devious squint. The alpha was hidden within the brush and large boulders as Archon herded the unique buck his way. - As the Buck got close enough Hannibal leapt up onto one of the lower boulders before launching off of that with four greedy paws. Hannibal aimed to surprise the creature with his leap and hoped to land a heft bite at it's throat, careful to come from the back and miss the rack of antlers. - Hannibal's jaws connected with the lower right side of the beautiful animals neck and blood gushed from the wound. The Wolf locked his jaw and thrashed his head to make the Buck lose as much blood as possible. Of course, as this happened the Deer was on the move in a panic. Lashing that rack of antlers which at times landed purchased upon Hannibal's back but it wasn't enough to make the Wolf let go. Hopefully Archon would be able to land a blow to one of it's hind legs and severe a tendon.