to deer or not to deer

The monsterous pup had finally - with an accompanying eyeroll that threatened to boil Aryn's blood - agreed upon her terms, and Aryn was forced to fulfill her role in the hunt. She let her breath out softly (fighting to keep the frown off of her face should the worlds-worst-child see it and jeer some more) and then sped forward, hoping beyond hope that the boy stayed true to his word and did not maul the poor deer before it's death.

First of all, this idiotic pup was obviously not the skilled master he liked to play himself off as. She ran the herd to him with exceptional finesse and he couldn't manage to even pick a target, seeming to almost duck his head as they jumped and ran, looking like a cowering infant bowing to them rather then preparing to kill one. Before she could say as much he finally struck out. Aryn could hear the break of the limb, watched his fangs slice a gash through it's belly, and then finally he went for it's throat. Even then, he did nothing to speed the process of it's death (not that Aryn knew what that procedure might be), instead simply lounging like he'd done so much work that he couldn't bother doing more, likely taking pleasure watching the light leave it's eyes.

"What the fuck was that?" She came up on him in a fluffy huff, tail flagged high. "Can you not follow simple directions?" There was so much more Aryn felt she should say, should do, but before she could put her frustration into words, a much more pressing issue made itself known.

As the rest of the herd stampeded over the plains into the distance, Aryn caught sight of a long tail that had lunged at one particular doe's heels but had missed it's mark. Rather then continue the chase down into the long grass, it turned it's golden eyes upon the pair and fixated hungrily upon the prize at their paws.

Aryn backpedaled, flailing her paw in alarm toward the dozy-looking child to alert him to the cougar that was steadily approaching. Her fighting lessons had not progressed past theory, and nothing had prepared her to take on a hungry feline. She managed to stand her ground all the way up until it's lazy walk had become a lithe sprint, squeaking in fear and leaping to the side as it lunged for her and the carcass below her, narrowly dodging the hit. "That one you can kill however you god damn want!" She breathed, her body shaking.

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