A hunt a day keeps the competition at bay

Mortis was starting to break off his run as the deer entered Mæva’s space, but the girl miscalculated, and wasn’t able to bring down the prey. He picked up speed again, tearing after girl and prey, his leopard hot on his tail. He wasn’t far behind her when she chased the deer into a pond.

At least it effectively trapped their prey, and well Mæva went for it, he would see how the mud squelched beneath them, hungry to eat them whole. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the mud, with no idea how deep it was. He swallowed, his friend was relying on him.

He jumped forward, latching onto the deer's back, and tried to scramble up it with his feline like claws. It screamed and bucked as his talons dug in and all but collapsed beneath his weight, but Mort had purchase now. Using his claws for balance, he reached over and got his teeth about its neck. His elongated fangs ripping out the throat, and both wolf and deer tumbled into the mud.