04-19-2008, 11:55 AM
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Tristan’s pale eyes, a washed-out blue that was nearly white, stared ahead as if they were trying to bore holes into his target. The deer was young and it was wounded. He had spotted the limp initially, and followed beast for the greater span of half an hour. If there was anything to be said about the wolf it was that he was stubborn and he was remarkably patient. He had formed, in his mind, an invisible line for which the deer had to cross. After that, it was all over. Sure enough, as if driven by his will, the tawny animal lifted its head and took a few steps away from its previous position. Like a red arrow, Tristan had shot out of his hiding place. Spooked, the deer bolted.[/html]
The chase only went on for a few minutes. The deer cut away from him and into a small clearing. Tristan saw the white pup, but just barely. Soon enough the deer’s bad leg betrayed it and it stumbled. He leapt onto its back and used his momentum to go for the throat. Teeth sunk into flesh and he held down as the animal cried out, struggled briefly, and finally passed out. A final shake of the head ripped out its throat. Panting and shifting his weight away, the three year old turned to the girl, gesturing that she was welcome to join him. He soon dug in after that.