To a room with some lace and paper flowers

Reaper watched intently as Mae took charge and began attack the doe. She was going for the hind quarters of the deer. Reaper decided while the deer was distracted he would go for more upper choices of the body. The throat. He lunges forwards and attempted to grab at the throat, only to be kicked at by the front leg of the deer. He missed it by mere inches and went in for another attack. Moloch swooped down from the skies and started to attack the deer's face with his claws. Perfect. The deer was far more distracted now and Reaper managed to get a secure grip on the throat. His fangs met flesh and he burrowed them deep within the hide. He pulled down the deer, trying to get it to the ground so both wolves had better chance of ending it's life and feasting.