9/7/2025, 10:51 PM
Midge had intended to allow the elk to go about their day, but it seemed Gekirin had dinner on the mind. He seemed to ignore Midge's approach, instead bursting from his careful stalk into an ambushing gallop. Midge's feather-light trot halted, as she watched the man's raven-black form cut like a knife through the trees and grasses. The elk scattered, leaving one lone cow behind just enough for Gekirin's fangs to connect with a muscles hind hoof.
The huntress' instincts awoke at the sight of prey on the run, and she was zipping down the hillside toward the fight before she was even aware of her decision to do so. Her paws hardly touched the ground, tapping it only to propel her lithe frame forward. Leaf fluttered in her wake, until Midge had closed enough of the gap between the struggling deer and her once-packmate to lunge for the cow's velvety nose. Midge let her weight swing, yanking the elk's head down to throw her off balance and send her collapsing to the ground. Fear, elk, and musty leaf litter filled her nose as Midge sucked in a breath around her grip, tail flagged over her hips.
