Venison

That palpable feeling of danger that emanated from the Sultan nearly ran a sliver of fear through Maelstrom himself. Though he knew and understood it was for the doe before them, he couldn't help but wonder how many wolves the Sultan had turned on as well. His eyes draw from the large male out to the doe where she finally begins to sense that something, no, someone was coming after her.

Taking those moments to adjust to the dim light, get a proper look at her injury and placement, he commits it all to memory. The pure predatory grace of Sephiran seeps into Maelstrom as the older male races out of the brush and across the meadow. A beat later, Maelstrom is following after. His paws slam into the ground, propelling his gangly and growing body as fast as he can to the doe. It's dangerous and he knows that well, but he was willing to take the risk to prove his worth.

As he nears, his breath already heavy and tongue panting loudly, Maelstrom jumps for the doe's ankle. His sharp puppy teeth wrap around her good back ankle as she tries to continue getting away. Her bleating calls of distress slowly turn into gurgles of fear and agony. Maelstrom refuses to let go even as his body thumps into the ground as his paws search to find purchase around her leg and carry him up toward her thigh.

"Maelstrom"