Too Much Beer and Bravado

Dómari waited patiently, pleased that the boy was taking his time. The youth tended to be pretty impulsive and impatient, much like he was at that age, so he knew this was a challenge. The pup made it to the far side of the deer without alerting it to his presence. The buck had been just about to lay down when Dómari nodded. Right on cue the boy sprang forward and the buck stumbled up, tripped into the river and just as it was about to regain its footing Dómari was at the bucks throat. He seized hold, pushing his chest so it was flush with the bucks chest and his arms around the base of its neck. This close proximity made it more difficult for the buck to hurt him. He hoped the boy was being careful not to get kicked. They struggled and twisted until finally the buck was dead.

Dómari released the buck's neck and shook the water out of his coat. He grinned at the boy. "Good work. Do you want the tail from this one to?"