Papa Said 'Mind Your Manners'

Mæva hunkered down behind a mess of rocks, golden eyes peeking out as she waited to see if the deer would head towards her. There was no great way to do this but if she could nab one without getting trampled to death she would consider that a success. As she waited her mind rank through several scenarios. She did her best to focus on the ones where she sprang out from hiding like some great Amazonian princess and took the prey down in one bite rather than the ones where she mistimed her leap only to be crushed by a very angry, very fat deer.

Soon she heard the sound of pounding hooves. Her ears flattened out to the side as she peeked over the rock to see the injured deer heading toward her. Oh yes, good job Mara! She wanted to shout but kept herself quiet. Just as the buck started to run past her she darted forward, her jaws wide as he fangs latched onto the back left leg, just below the knee. Almost immediately the buck began to jump and flail. She held on as best she could but suddenly the buck caught her in the chest. She let go with a gasp. "Argh…. I'm ok! I'm ok!" Scrambling back to her feet she gave chase again.