An Ice Dance

As the drew nearer Galena moved slower, taking a stalking position as she slunk forward. Noting the direction of the wind she shifted to keep herself downwind. So far the weather was cooperating with the hunters and with a little luck it would stay that way til they made their kill. Galena followed the other girl's gaze, noting the young elk doe that was off on the edge of the herd. Seemed like a decent enough target to her.

Galena's legs coiled beneath her and when the pale woman darted forward so did she. The doe made an effort to run but failed as the pale woman's teeth caught her thigh. The doe bleated and the herd erupted in movement. The elk scattering. Galena kept her focus on the doe, her fangs finding purchase on the back of the doe's right leg. It struggled but couldn't manage a kick for it it tried it would lose its footing.