Watercolor blue-green eyes narrowed in a focused gaze, Fayne monitored the movements of her potential prey. A young whitetail faun and it's mother were grazing about seven feet away, completely oblivious to her presence. The silver female had decided she'd practiced enough within the New Dawn borders, mainly chasing down small game. She had grown bored of it, even though she rarely caught a damn thing. She was camped behind a large bush, peering through the leaves and at the deer. Waiting for the right time to pounce. The mother started taking a few steps in front of her offspring, which remained where it was curious about it's surroundings. It's eyes darted around the forest as birds fluttered from tree to tree. The mother took one more step Fayne took off, springing out of the bush swiftly. She jumped at the faun, her front paws sprawled out in front of her awkwardly. It was too late, the mother had caught her movements before she pounced and was rushing her child in the opposite direction. Fayne sprinted after the baby as quickly as she could, dodging trees and rocks that threatened to stop her. She was naturally fast with a thin, lightweight body and was able to keep pace with the young deer. Just when she caught up, ready to sink her teeth into the faun's tender hide the mother darted in front of her and blocked her attack. Her teeth caught hold of the mother's leg, but seeing as she'd missed her target she let go, immediately regretting it. She could have had the mother instead! She simply sucked at hunting. Without a proper teacher she'd never be good at it.
The dainty wolf came to a halt and watched the two bound off seemingly unharmed. The bite mark which she'd inflicted upon the mother wasn't slowing her down in the least. Fayne let out a long agitated groan, angry that she'd missed yet another target. Once the two were no longer visible Fayne sat herself down on the forest floor. Her ears were pulled back in discontent, her tail twitched with irritation. She licked her lips, almost able to taste the tender flesh of the faun she let get away. It couldn't really be that hard to catch something so small and fragile. Every wolf she's met up until now had no problem with it. Though she wasn't to blame being left at an early age, inexperienced, she still felt ashamed of herself. Both of her siblings were more skilled than her in this area and that only irritated her further. Was she a dud? Fayne rolled her head back to stare up through the trees at the blue sky. The wind rustled the leaves and created a downfall of leaves. It was quite lovely. Too bad it wasn't enough to calm her irritations with life.
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