A fragile dream in the making

Oath glanced over just in time to see Fairytale latch onto the younger deer’s leg, her small form moving with surprising agility as she held her ground. A sense of pride flickered in his chest as he watched her, determined and fierce despite her earlier hesitation. She was fighting with everything she had, her jaws clamped tight as the deer thrashed in a desperate attempt to break free.

But Oath wasn’t about to let her fight alone.

With a burst of speed, he closed the distance, his powerful body surging forward like a bolt of lightning. The young deer was quick, but Oath was quicker, his long strides carrying him in a smooth, practiced motion. His focus zeroed in on the animal's neck, and with a swift lunge, his teeth sank deep into the soft fur just behind the throat.

The deer let out a strangled cry, struggling under the combined efforts of both wolves, but it was futile. Between Fairytale's tenacity and Oath’s strength, the creature's fate was sealed.

Oath’s growl rumbled low as he held the deer steady, giving Fairytale the chance to adjust her grip. "Yeah! You’ve got this!" he barked, his voice full of encouragement. "Hold tight!"

He could see the determination in her eyes, the same fire that had driven her to face the serpent earlier. She was proving herself, not just to him but to herself, and Oath knew this was a moment she wouldn’t forget. Together, they would bring down the prey, and she would know the taste of victory.