I Spring, You Spring, We All Spring for Springboks!

Kane lay tensed and ready to pounce in his hiding spot, waiting with keen ears tuned in to the springboks in the nearby clearing. Not more than a minute later, he heard the thundering of paws and hooves joined in with snarls and nervous bleating. Fern had kicked off the hunt. Licking his lips while he waited, the seasoned hunter kept his paws flat to the earth, feeling the vibrations of the charging herd getting closer and closer. When he heard the first of the herd of gazelles go by, Kane leaped out of his ambush spot with a snarl, using his bulk to propel himself like a massive wall of wolf into two of the fleeing prey animals.

The springboks he took down bleated and flailed in terror, trying to get away, but Kane’s weight kept the smaller animals down. He moved with practiced precision, powerful jaws parting to deliver two swift bites to the back of each gazelle’s neck. His long saber fangs punctured their spines at the base of their skulls, killing the, instantly and humanely. The rest of the herd took off, but Kane didn’t feel the need to chase after them. They had more than they needed and killing anymore would have been wasteful. Lifting himself from their kills, Kane shook out his fur and grinned proudly at Fern, flashing bloody saber teeth in a wide smile. "Good work, little one! A simple but effective trap! Want to help me carry these back home so we can skin and prep them?"

"Kaneonuskatew"