Venison

Crouched into the underbrush, and using the fading lights of the shadows to help conceal his massive frame, Sephiran readies himself to strike. His muscles were taught, claws digging into the soil, pupils expanding within his iris’ to adjust to the bleak lighting.

With his domineering presence and the boy lingering nearby, the air became heavy with a palpable sense of danger- the doe started to pick up on it, her head twisting in all directions as she surveyed her surroundings. She must have caught the gleam of predatory eyes watching her- she knew the presence of a killer. A surge of fear rushed through her, her tail flagged above her hips and she was off- and Sephiran, driven by predatory instinct, erupted from the foliage, leaping after her with a snarl and initiating the chase.

"Sephiran Saxe"