The brownish wolf had been stalking his prey for a few miles now under the brush of the forest. His brown coat and smaller size helped him in the stalk. Usually he relied on Wraith to hunt for them, but he wanted to try it out himself. Wenge wanted to let his brother know that he too could provide for them. Wraith always looked after him but now it was time for him to look after his brother.
Keeping low his ears twitched as he approached the small herd of deer. Although he was not as strong or as fast as his brother he was smarter. Wenge was the brains of the duo where Wraith was the strength.
As close as he could get he readied himself to make his attack. There! Darting out of the underbrush he made his lunge, the deer scattered, but it was already to late for the one he had targeted. 'Pouncing' on top of one of the smaller of the group Wenge's teeth and claws made their mark sinking deep into the back of his prey's neck. The two tumbled to the earth as the legs of the deer gave way.
A proud smile slipped to face his teeth dripping the blood of their dinner. He had done it, he had successfully hunted by himself, brother would be please.
The smaller wolf moved to his fallen prey, getting ready to drag it to the place they called home.
Keeping low his ears twitched as he approached the small herd of deer. Although he was not as strong or as fast as his brother he was smarter. Wenge was the brains of the duo where Wraith was the strength.
As close as he could get he readied himself to make his attack. There! Darting out of the underbrush he made his lunge, the deer scattered, but it was already to late for the one he had targeted. 'Pouncing' on top of one of the smaller of the group Wenge's teeth and claws made their mark sinking deep into the back of his prey's neck. The two tumbled to the earth as the legs of the deer gave way.
A proud smile slipped to face his teeth dripping the blood of their dinner. He had done it, he had successfully hunted by himself, brother would be please.
The smaller wolf moved to his fallen prey, getting ready to drag it to the place they called home.
WC: 244
Porcelain Pinch
