She looks around, spotting some feesable prey... -- Hunting grounds

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Date Posted: 19:23:02 12/19/01 Wed
Author: Moonlight
Subject:

She looks around, spotting some feesable prey...

The adventurous wolf stalks in stealthily, creeping up to a large buck. The buck paws at the ground with a hoof, staring, lowering its crown in a dangerous manner. Moonlight, however, stares at it, raising her fur and baring her teeth, staring down the huge beast. The buck rears its head, then charges. Moonlight swiftly leaps to the side instead of attacking, for she notices the sharp antlers and the huge muscles powering the legs and hooves. The buck charges again and the wolf leaps to the side once more, and as the cycle repeats itself, the buck runs itself in circles, tiring more and more. Its breathing comes harsher and heavier, its eyes filling with fear with each breath. Finally, the buck stops chasing and backs away, lowering its head unimpressively. Moonlight takes the advantage, feigning a go for the legs by heading down low, then springing so suddenly to the side she takes the buck by surprise. She leaps high and rakes its side with her teeth, then attaches herself to its neck, puncturing flesh and tearing muscles. Her jaw aches with the strain of holding on to a wild bucking male deer, but the deer finally succumbs to death, falling to the floor and heaving a last painful sigh. The femme, satisfies with herself, begins to fill her stomach. A small twang of loneliness fills her, but she shrugs it off, though still hoping for company aside from a dead deer.

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