_{Tensed and ready he crouched, russet red fur bristling, the creamy color underneath that covered from the bottom lip to the tip of his tail and down hidden by the bushs. He watched as the deer fed, eyes locked onto the figures ahead of them before they gave a glance around, and as soon as they lowered their heads again. He launched himself from the under brush, raising his tail and snarling, silver eyes blazing in their sockets Draven was closing in on his prey. His teeth found their mark, claws began to rip into the deer's hide as he tore with fang and nail into his prey, anger seethed through him. Anger and sadness, a mixture that fueled him into this rage as he lept and chased down another deer, this one a large buck and although the buck's antlers tore at his fur he jumped again.
His leg was caught but he managed to latch himself onto the buck's back and neck area, tearing into flesh again as he had done with his last prey. As soon as the creature fell he turned to take in the clearing, the rest of the herd had run and Draven had managed to take down two deer, a large buck and a doe. He shook almost violently from exhaustion and fear of what he had just done, his silver eyes lined with tears and tail tucked between his legs. Although he was a large wolf, Draven was normally calm and gentle, sweet and caring being that wasn't much of a hunter. How this proved him wrong now! Shaking his head he walked back to sit between his two kills, staring at the forest floor and takling a breather before he dared to drag his prey back home.}