Its Hard to Say Goodbye

Arc left out of his hiding place as soon as his dad the the same, the two golden wolves darting forward toward their prey. The doe immediately tried to leap away, but Arc was faster and bit around the doe's ankle, making it falter enough for Naiche to get a good hold on the opposite leg. That was enough to trip up the deer, its momentum and flailing from trying to get away making it tumble forward and fall to the ground. Arc immediately acted, letting go of the leg so he could jump forward and bite deep into its neck, his protruding fangs sinking through the skin and puncturing its windpipe. His fangs weren't their full length just yet, but they were plenty big enough now to mortally wound the doe and after a few more moments of struggling and choked, panicked noises from the deer, it finally fell still and he was able to let go and give his father a proud, bloody grin.

"We did it!" he exclaimed with a chuckle, swiping his tongue over his lips and fangs to clean off the blood on them. If the deer had been any bigger than this doe had been they probably wouldn't have been able to do it, but his dad was strong and he had enough talent with hunting to make up fro what his dad lacked so the two of them managed fine. "See? You're not so bad," he joked before he started turning his attention to the doe at their feet. "I guess we should get it back to the pack, huh? It's way harder and messier to cut it open out here and then try to move it and there's too much for us to eat it all in one sitting." As much as he liked having the meat that was really, really fresh, it made more sense to eat after they got back.

"Arcturus Fatalis"