One moment it was just her and the deer, playing a childlike but intense game of chicken as she headed it off and it twisted in an attempt to leap past her. Then as if from nowhere the white wolf arrived at great speed, solidifying out of a spray of snow kicked up by a frantic hoof, and she was hugely relieved as the deer was so much faster than her - even despite the great jaws now savaging its fragile legs, it still managed to leap away from her and might have made it past and away - but Shandom was at its heels, and the doe was stark with panic. It seemed almost to have forgotten the black wolf in favour of evading the white male, despite her increased visibility in the wintry scenery. The leap of escape from him was the final tolling of the deer's death knell, as it skittered on lame hooves all too close to Caprica.
The prey animal filled her field of vision and for a second she was as helpless to move as a frightened puppy - not fearful, but indecisive. To make a kill like this, while the animal was still in mid-flight, while she was still out of breath from her last attempts to be agile and fast - Caprica hardly knew what to do for the best, but she knew she had to do something. She could smell the blood and the meat, and she was not used to letting a kill go - mostly because they were already dead when she got to them. She could see the doe see her and felt a sharp pang of recognition of the fact she was going to end the creature's life. It felt somehow right, even as the deer arched her back in a wildly high spring - perhaps desperately trying to get out of reach, but when Caprica was right there... it was a tactic destined to fail. Her clear white underbelly and throat were almost in sight, and all the black wolf had to do was throw herself forward with jaws agape, and she felt her teeth close on throat-flesh. The deer's own jump was its undoing, as the momentum pulled them both forwards but Caprica was a heavy dead-weight, and the pressure was enough to tear the flesh of the throat clean away. As the doe slipped from her grasp, leaving her lifeblood in Caprica's jaws, the wolf feared it was escaping - of course, Shandom would have caught it, but her logical mind had deserted her for something far more primal - and so she pounced again, giving herself rather a surprise when the animal simply collapsed beneath her onslaught, leaving her with nothing better to do than tumble down on top of it herself, almost her entire head encased in a liberal slathering of hot red blood.