Hungry like the wolf

He'd been stalking a wounded yearling caribou for some time now, showing himself just enough to frighten the injured young caribou into running, wearing it down more and more. It had already been limping badly on a torn tendon when Enrico had come upon it. Now it was simply stumbling along with it's head lowered, foam forming at his nostrils and ears drooping. Enrico was still trotting along alertly, icy eyes tracking between the yearling and the sparse woods around them. With enough time the yearling would be worn enough that even a lone hunter could take him down.

A crackle of branches caught his attention briefly, but he could see nothing to have made the noise. He continued to study the place where the noise had come from while trotting just behind and to the right of the yearling.