Dergerei soon overtook her, and now she was following him. She saw the deer as well, and broke away from Dergerei to flank it. It moved to bound away, but when the black wolf slammed into it, jaws around it's muzzle, she knew it wasn't going to get away. She turned rapidly, aiming for it's throat. The deer struggled valiantly, but as she clenched her jaws and bore down her weight on the animal, it's movements became more feeble. Finally, the light died in large black eyes, and she released her deathgrip, lower jaw streaked with crimson. She stepped away, panting and happy. "We did it, Der! We--"
It was only then that she turned and saw the feral gleam in his eyes. It was one thing to get excited during a hunt, but he seemed downright homicidal. She lowered her head, unconsciously stepping away from Dergerei. "Um, are you okay?" "Speech"
