A deer calmly lowered its head in the midst of the still forest, drinking by the lake, looking clueless and carefree.
The sun is about to set and the instilled calm surroundings had increased his primal instinct. In wolf form, he lowers his head, eyes sharpen behind a wild bush, carefully eyeing the prey that looks unaware of its incoming death.
His elongated canine could already taste the prey's thick blood, tearing up and bringing forth the succulent flesh, satisfying his other side. He jumps at the animal, with quick and precise movement he easily penetrates his target, knife like claw about to tear down its flesh when a sharp pain suddenly comes from his left paw.
He let go of it.
Aware of its sudden freedom, the deer immediately ran towards the forest, now gone.
The pain is bearable, but the fact he let go of his prey causes fury to take over his head.
Who?
Who had dared to attack him?
