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As soon as Fia had seperated the doe as planned, Gunnar was certain that they'd be able to bring her down. He readied himself as the herd fled away, leaving the doe unprotected against the predators hunting her.
With a burst of adreneline and force, Gunnar shot out of the brush, teeth bared as he sprinted for the doe head-on. The limp didn't show now as he cut off the doe's route of escape, closing in with speed most wouldn't suspect the crippled male could possess.
In seconds he was on her, teeth snapping over the doe's throat, forepaws gripping her haunches and hind paws digging into the ground to avoid being trampled by cloven hooves. His jaws were locked and it'd only be some time of struggle before the doe would stop breathing.
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