Kick Up The Dust

Tarnish had never hunted pronghorn antelope before. He'd seen them on the prairie here and there but Worc warned him that they were very fast and very difficult to catch. It wasn't worth the expenditure of energy. Still, he'd seen a mountain lion catch one not too long ago and he was eager to give it a try himself. He flexed his toes, his own claws darting out then back in. He had the advantage of his claws in addition to his teeth but speed was still an issue. He wasn't going to be fast enough. That alone would have pivoted his attention elsewhere if it hadn't been for the blood he'd caught scent of. He was pretty sure it was a pronghorn and if it was injured then maybe he stood a chance to catch it. He was half tempted to howl for back up but he was leery of giving his prey to much of a heads up.