To the hunt!

The Warlord settled himself down where he could see the deer - and the spot where Grimshaw waited, if not the warrior himself. Not long after the Warlord found his spot, the dark wolf was shooting from his place across from the Warlord, startling the deer. There was a sudden smattering of choes in the field as the deer realised the danger and scattered. Most of them stuck together, stampeding off to the North.

The doe that Grim had chosen moved to join her herd, and was cut off by the other wolf's position. Instead, she was forced to run. Directly into the Warlords path. The moment she was within range, Sirius surged upwards, hiding her on the right shoulder as he let the momentum throw them both to the ground. She screamed, flailing her hooves. Getting in a decent kick to the Warlords stomach before he latched his teeth around her neck. Holding her tightly until she fell completely still and lifeless.

"Speech"