Venison

From the sidelines among the shadows, Maelstrom has been stalking. His growing body crouched low to the ground as he slinks after the Sultan. His bright violet eyes have been watching different members of the pack. Learning how they live, how they move, how they survive. The bleating call of the doe draws his attention, a momentary glance from Sephiran to locate the distress. It doesn't take long, but by the time he looks back over, the large purple man is already on the move.

Cursing under his breath, Maelstrom is quick to pick up his pace. Staying one step behind, always watching, constantly taking mental notes, he sees how the Sultan stalks after the doe. Drool pooling in his own mouth as they draw closer and closer to the lone, injured female. Would the male allow him to join? Eagerness prickles under his fur as he creeps closer, his paws staying silent against the pine needle floor.

"Maelstrom"