Black paws lightly touched the earth as a figure darted and weaved through thickly packed trees. Silvery-blue eyes pierced the twilight, looking for his next meal. He soon came across a small herd of deer. He scoffed lightly to himself. Too easy. He slipped into position. His breathing dropped and slowed. He searched for an easy pick. A young buck, lean with a slight limp in his hind quarters. His vision became tunneled, that buck was a his new prey. He lowered himself, gave his butt a light wiggle then sprung into the pack. The deer scattered. The buck being young and not as aware of danger stool still in fear. Noticed the black and white blur and scattered. It darted into the woods and Xander took chase, only to her a loud, distressed bleat and a thud. He investigated only to find a black vixen with bright red hair with a paw proudly on the throat of his buck.
His blue eyes bore into her green ones. She looked so smug standing by the buck. His voice was soft but venomous. "That. Is mine." The fur on his back bristled at her. He clearly did the work of finding them and making it run right at her. A low rumble emitted from his chest. He wasn't about to go out and find something else.
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