Run, Run, Run

Though she wasn't by nature a hunter or a runner (being a rather short, burly type wolf) there was something freeing about running along with the deer herd, with others at her side even though they were strangers. Their legs flashed and blurred as they chased the herd, separating out the doe. The wildcat dropped back, not able to keep up for the endurance run a wolf was capable of. Even Justice was getting winded, her breath laboring.

And then Eldi made his move.

The deer stumbled and fell, and Justice put on one last burst of speed to slam into her, jaws locking on her throat as she tumbled over it and dragged it the rest of the way down kicking its last.

When all movement stopped and it was safe to do so, Justice let go and squirmed out from under the doe's neck to grin at Eldi. A grin that slipped quickly from her muzzle at the sight that greeted her over his shoulder, that of a big male grizzly trundling swiftly towards them.

Black fur still steaming with the doe's blood, she stepped past her hunting partner to confront the grizzly, scarred face creased in a fierce snarling roar. No way she was going to waste all that work on some asshole bear who thought he could scare them off their kill - and after the hunt that had injured Gwen and eventually led to her death, Justice found she was even less fond of the big ursine beasts than before.