The chase was thrilling, indeed, and he took in every slow-motion moment astutely. As Jayse closed in on the unsuspecting group, he was sure not to reveal his own position, deep in the swaying grasses. By this point his mouth was watering, appetite whetted by the combination of the smell and sight of the herd - the way the white in their fuzzy tails sparkled when the sunlight fell just right, and the glistening of moisture on their broad, flat snouts. Juicy. His tongue swept the drool from the corners of his mouth just in time, and, to his delight, his counterpart sprang into action.
She was marvelous in her movement: the epitome of what he thought grace was, or ought to be. As the silver flash rocketed toward their target, the black and silver male stealthily pocketed around the herd, which had began an attempt to flee. It was now that he emerged from the cover of the swaying grasses, exploding forward. His tail was like a counterbalance, locking from side to side as he changed directions as to anticipate the movements of the fawn, never breaking his line of sight. The other herd members had dispersed in every which direction, and for a split second in the corner of his eye he could see the doe, sure to be the target's mother, in a state of flight or fight. The male hoped that she would not complicate the operation as he closed in on the panicking fawn, who was in position between the black and white blurs. The inexperience of the young deer would ultimately be it's downfall, as it jumped away from the female's growling and directly into Kade's functional line of sight.
He chose every movement carefully, calculating the angles and anticipating the clench as his thick body worked. This part always happens so fast, and he knew that he could not afford to plunder now. His eyes look to Jayse one last time before locking on the fawn's jugular vein, a ripple of stiff, elastic tissue concealed beneath the deer's pelt. The fawn's eyes opened wide, as it must have realized that there was no escaping this threat of the wolves. With little hesitation, the male charged the fawn, and his muscles stiffened for only a second as he lunged. Their bodies collided with full force, and as Kade pushed his weight upon the fawn, they both toppled, unleashing a cloud of dirt and pollen as their bodies hit the ground. In a feeble attempt, the fawn tried to roll to it's feet, but it was no match for the hunter's thick muscle. Kade wasted no time in clenching the deer's neck in his bone-crushing jaws, and the hot, squirting blood was <i>copacetic</i> as his canines punctured through the tough tissue. The dirt in his nostrils tickled, but it was a minor annoyance now that he could taste flesh. His body was flexed as the fawn struggled, and he tried to relax, knowing that the ghostly angel was there to seal the deal...