Stjarna waited patiently as Hattori dashed forward toward the doe, driving her from the herd and toward the starlight man. Star's legs coiled underneath them, tense and ready to unfurl the moment an opening was made. As the doe started to race past, Star leapt up and bit onto the left front leg of the doe. The sudden weight caused her to stumble, falling down onto the earth. The doe flailed and kicked, her hind hooves grazing Star's left thigh. Flinching, Star held on as best they could, not letting the pain throw them off. The doe would go down, one way or another and with her on the ground Star felt confident that the horned man could finish this hunt and leave a nice meal for them. Hunger gnawed at the wolf's stomach, appetite growing at the taste of blood.
