For the moon

For once Ricin is trying to be patient, to go slowly so he doesn’t mess things up. When he reaches his hiding spot, he finds Chade’s darker form and smirks. His brother looks eager, bored, and ready to run. Without a word, Chade rushes toward the fawn, snarling intimidatingly. Well, as intimidating as a seven-month-old, large pawed, low voiced pup can be. Ricin is moving, darting swiftly from his cover to run toward the fawn. While he might not be a fighter or hunter, the lighter pup loves to run. His agility makes up for his lack of hunting knowledge as Ricin deftly moves in to grab the leg opposite of the one Chade is biting.

The fawn grunts, trying to call for its mother as Ricin throws his meager body weight backwards, hoping to pull the leg he is attached too out from under the fawn. Maybe they can cause the fawn to collapse and then Chade can finish it off before its mother even knows what is happening. Darting a glance to his brother, Ricin hopes he is doing the right thing.


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