04-12-2009, 12:51 PM
I was going to have him slow down the doe by hanging on so that they could take it down together, but then I did some research and found out that Brennt weighs as much as a doe at the top of the weight spectrum <<
It waited silently, crouching low, ready to spring into a run or a pounce. The black female chased the doe, and the predator fought an urge to join in the chase immediately. Holding for an extra moment, it pushed off as the doe came running along side a hedge of bushes, surviving on the periphery of the clearing. He ran abreast of her, planning to take her once she escaped the clearing. Unexpectedly, the deer leapt over the shrubs, and her legs landed inches away from its face. Veering left, brambles lashed out against the beast's face as it avoided the sharp hooves and their landing. An explosion of leaves followed the track its face was making in the vegetation, but it kept up to speed as it came back out of the brush. The deer had slowed very minutely upon landing, and jumped reflexively when she had felt her close proximity to an unknown predator, but the instincts of the predator were every bit as sharp as hers, and it did not lose its opportunity. She was faster, but had not expected a wolf behind the bushes. She wasted time, more than her pursuer did.
Leaping up, the wolf's jaws clamped down on the doe's flank, and secured a hold there while its sharp claws struggles for purchase on the animal's hide. Unlike a cat's claws, a wolves weren't sufficiently sharp, nor its toes sufficiently strong, to hold its weight well. Nonetheless, scrabbling with all four legs did inflict greater damage to the fleeing animal, and did--to a degree--reduce the strain on the predator's jaws while it let its weight slow and exhaust its prey. Hanging onto a fleeing deer was a good way to tire it out quickly, but given its own mass, the predator was able to bring it down almost immediately, the chase only continuing for a further five heartbeats after it took a hold of her side.
Now on the ground, thrashing and fighting, the deer and the wolf both knew that the kill would come soon. Jumping forward from its position at the side, three feet on the ground and one resting on the animal's shoulder, the predator sought to take the deer at the neck, but failed as it twisted and thrashed on the ground. Fangs sinking into the side of its head, the beast shook violently in return, seeking to quash its resistance while Cwmfen came in, hopefully for a more successful attempt on its throat. The battle was over, the prey was won, the only thing that remained was to dispatch it without being harmed in the process.
It waited silently, crouching low, ready to spring into a run or a pounce. The black female chased the doe, and the predator fought an urge to join in the chase immediately. Holding for an extra moment, it pushed off as the doe came running along side a hedge of bushes, surviving on the periphery of the clearing. He ran abreast of her, planning to take her once she escaped the clearing. Unexpectedly, the deer leapt over the shrubs, and her legs landed inches away from its face. Veering left, brambles lashed out against the beast's face as it avoided the sharp hooves and their landing. An explosion of leaves followed the track its face was making in the vegetation, but it kept up to speed as it came back out of the brush. The deer had slowed very minutely upon landing, and jumped reflexively when she had felt her close proximity to an unknown predator, but the instincts of the predator were every bit as sharp as hers, and it did not lose its opportunity. She was faster, but had not expected a wolf behind the bushes. She wasted time, more than her pursuer did.
Leaping up, the wolf's jaws clamped down on the doe's flank, and secured a hold there while its sharp claws struggles for purchase on the animal's hide. Unlike a cat's claws, a wolves weren't sufficiently sharp, nor its toes sufficiently strong, to hold its weight well. Nonetheless, scrabbling with all four legs did inflict greater damage to the fleeing animal, and did--to a degree--reduce the strain on the predator's jaws while it let its weight slow and exhaust its prey. Hanging onto a fleeing deer was a good way to tire it out quickly, but given its own mass, the predator was able to bring it down almost immediately, the chase only continuing for a further five heartbeats after it took a hold of her side.
Now on the ground, thrashing and fighting, the deer and the wolf both knew that the kill would come soon. Jumping forward from its position at the side, three feet on the ground and one resting on the animal's shoulder, the predator sought to take the deer at the neck, but failed as it twisted and thrashed on the ground. Fangs sinking into the side of its head, the beast shook violently in return, seeking to quash its resistance while Cwmfen came in, hopefully for a more successful attempt on its throat. The battle was over, the prey was won, the only thing that remained was to dispatch it without being harmed in the process.