Chasing tail

Flare crouched low, his attention shifting back to the hunt. The white tail deer was unaware of them, and on Enyos signal he sprung forward. Tearing across the earth towards their chosen prey. He grabbed its haunces. Digging his teeth a d weight into its body as he dragged it down.


Leaving Enyo to go for its neck, and take the kill. His parting gift to her. Once the dead was dome, and the whitetail deer lay dead at their paws did he turn back to the black and white wolf. “This will be my last hunt for a while, I'm heading back home. But I'll remember your strength, Enyo. It was a pleasure hunting with you.”