W.C: 368
The small femme surrounded again the herd, faster than before, always keeping her good eye on the bigger white femme, that chased the runaway doe. And their shapes began to descend.
Claire, wide-eyed, realized: both were heading to a ramp. Without thinking twice, the small femme ran towards them, saw Aurèle jump on the doe’s back, producing a stuffy sound, and saw there her chance to act.
She flexed her back legs and jumped, damp earth was thrown in the air on the opposite direction, all the things - beside the doe - disappeared to her, as she put her entire focus on her target, that was trying with all its forces to stand again and run.
Claire landed on its back, near its neck, and they fell, rolling all the ramp’s rest and a bit beyond, due the wolf’s push. Another bleat could be heard amongst the sound of the two bodies’ shock on the ground, as the small femme sank her teeth on the front right rump, making it bleat loudly in pain and never rise anymore. Claire bitted the other front rump to make sure it wouldn’t star running when they let their guard down, and got off from the agonizing hunt’s blooded body.
She stood, looking to the dying animal which still fought for its life with its last forces, as she flicked her ear when she heard Aurèle’s pace approaching.