Maybe it was the simple pounding of the hooves against the ground, or maybe it was the heavy thudding of the animal’s heart as it ran for its life. Many would say it was the lusting of the blood that rushed through the doe’s veins. Either way the fae had a mindless drive to chase and kill this prey, to tear it apart once it was down. With every bound the deer was getting slower and clumsier though it was still too fast for her. With each stride the doe was getting farther and farther away and it was a fight of determination. If Nyx was a fool, she would’ve kept chasing the deer and hoped that it would slow. Instead the elite veered to the left and herded it into territory too dangerous for such nimble ankles or her prey. The doe did as was planned but didn’t realize that it would meet such deadly fate so soon. Nyx had learned her pack’s territory well and was moving to the area where hidden rocks and potholes were most dangerous. Sure enough the deer took one misstep that it hadn’t seen and fell. The dainty ankle snapped beneath such pressure and weight of its own body and made the deer give out a loud moan of pain. The wolf was on it in seconds, tearing through flesh and scraping through bone as its prey bled out on the ground. Its neck was clamped in her jaws as Nyx began to drag it away from the sight of its death. This wasn’t food for her, but food for her pack. The elite worked her way to the kill pile and took a piece of smaller prey to eat herself. She ate it quickly but was distracted by the howl that echoed in her ears and irritated her.

The fae made her way to the borders but took her time. Anyone worth respecting even in the slightest would wait and not still respect her position when she strolled in there. Nyx finally made it and curled her tail in dominance. Hopefully this wolf wasn’t so foolish as to think they were the dominant one in the situation. Nyx’s lips peeled back and she snarled at the other female. “Who are you and why are you in my pack’s lands?”