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« Reply #15 on Sept 29, 2008, 4:36pm »

Reaching the forest's edge he came to a halt. For a moment he looked behind him, hoping the half blood wouldn't get herself into anymore trouble than she was already in. The sun was now almost completely hidden, soon it would be nightfall, which would bring even more trouble. Night was the time that scavengers as well as smaller predators came out to hunt / feed for the day. It was usually safer at this time because it was easier for them to hide in the dark and less wolves were lurking about. Obviously, this wasn't always true but either way this was the time scavengers came out. Turning his gaze back to the forest he scented the air. He could smell deer not too far off. Hunting alone proved difficult at times but he had gotten used to it, and if done right they usually didn't get a chance to see him coming. Moving forward in a trot he began to follow their tracks, hopefully he could get this done and over with quickly. When the scent was strong he slowed his pace and lowered himself slightly. There was no grass here to keep him hidden, he would have to rely on the trees to hide him and prevent the deer from escaping. Slinking from tree to tree he spotted a young buck eating wild black berries from a bush. Usually when wolves hunt alone they wouldn't attack a buck due to the amount of damage they could receive. It wasn't wise move to try and take down a healthy buck without a pack, a lone wolf wouldn't be stupid enough to do this. Trent, however, was that stupid. It wouldn't be his first time going after a buck, but it would be his first time taking down a healthy buck with antlers. Slowly he approached the buck, making sure to stay silent and low to the ground. As he got nearer the buck noticed him and froze, staring at the young wolf. Trent wasn't going to give the buck a chance to take flight. Lips curled back and he charged forward, the buck however, didn't flee. Trent noticed this but decided that the buck wasn't going to be able to do anything. Once close to the buck he lept up, fangs reaching out to grab onto the deer's shoulder, as the neck was currently hidden behind the antlers. The dumbfounded deer finally reacted, whipping his head to the side and knocked his antlers into Trent's front left leg and side. Whimpering the wolf fell to the ground hard, bruising his other side. There were puncture wounds from where the antlers hit, but Trent acted like nothing had happened and got back to his feet quickly. It did sting but he knew it was nothing compared to what the half blood must of been feeling so he paid no mind to his pain. Actually, he was glad this buck had hurt him, it would of been no fun if he hadn't tried to put up a fight. The buck lowered his head, preparing to charge at the wolf. Trent smirked and waited for the buck to make his move. When the buck began to charge Trent jumped to the side, he slipped slightly as he landed then lunged at the buck again. This time Trent was able to get a hold of his neck, front and hind legs clinging to the buck's neck and shoulder keeping him locked onto his prey. The buck tried to toss the wolf off but his attempts were futile, Trent stayed his fangs only digging in deeper. As a final attempt to rid himself of the wolf the buck reared, only to fall backwards, landing on his antlers and then rolling onto Trent. When the buck landed there was a loud snapping noise, both the antlers had broke but that was not the only thing. The way the buck fell, with his head pushed back, and the weight of Trent had caused him to break his neck. When the buck's dead weight fell on top of the wolf he whimpered and crawled out from beneath him. Standing over his kill he studied it for a while before turning to tend to his wounds. Licking the area he washed away the blood, making it seem as though there was no wound. The bleeding had stopped so he had a fair chance at keeping it hidden from the half blood. Grunting he bit onto part of the bone from the buck's remaining antlers and began to drag him out of the forest. Each time he pulled his left eye closed, trying to block out the stinging pain caused by the three punctures. Thankfully it wasn't anything serious, it would heal up nicely in a week or two. The whole ordeal was surprisingly longer than it had seemed, the moon was now up in the sky replacing the sun that had been there not too long ago.