The stillness of a hunt before it was sprung was a breath, a heartbeat. Max felt his body ripple with energy and electricity coursed through his muscles. Dark rolling eyes and bleats and bellows of panic mixed with the cacophony of thundering hooves and the snaps and snarls of his partners. All four legs pushed up from the ground and he rushed forward, a massive shaggy beast hurtling itself towards the antlered reindeer that Nate and Wraith had managed to single out from the omphalos of the herd.
Max used his size to his advantage, and the burst of speed he carried was enough to hurtle him directly into the path of the doe. She shied sharply, but he leapt and sunk his teeth into the thickly furred mass of her neck. While his teeth could not cut through the winter fur and fat below it, the terrible pressure of his jaws crushed down and turned her bleating into a gasping sound. Locked taunt, he shook his head and body, aiming to bring his weight back to earth. The doe’s one foreleg, previously wounded, gave out and she staggered. Max felt cold snow below his feet and held taunt, breathing heavily though his nose as he struggled to remain locked with her.
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