Talon

      The deer’s heart pounded in it’s chest as he was pursued by the elysian hunters, hooves kicking up grass and dirt as it ran as fast as it could, though it was loosing energy fast and they were gaining on the poor soon to be prey. 

       Running into a clearing, it’s mind wasn’t in the right headspace to realize it was running straight into a dangerous end. The hunters had slowed up by then, panting and looking out into the clearing where the deer was heading. “Cmon Talon.” the tracker, aftergrowth, grumbled in between breaths as the deer got farther nearly passing Talon’s spot. 

        Seconds to minutes roll by... silence from both the deer and Talon, “He fucked it up I bet.” “Have some hope roulette,” Gump, talon’s mate snapped at the chaser, not taking kindly to his mate being talked down to, “There is no ‘hope’ for this hunt, the prey already got past Talons point and for the finisher to even get that thing he’d need a-” 

          A piercing scream from the deer interrupted the escalating banter, a pained one. A couple of more minutes roll by before the hunters see talon emerge from the point, dragging the doe with some struggle. 

          “You were saying?”