Abyss blinked. "I'm fine, thank you." she said quietly. "I'm used to staying up longer than this to guard." she yawned as she continued to sniff around. She couldn't smell anything that was infected. There was a large stag nearby. She could hear it moving, and she could see its rack rising above some of the brush.
She snarled as she sprung at it, latching on to one of its antlers, and using her weight to keep it from tossing its head. He bellowed loudly as he struggled to get his head free. Abyss was playing a very risky game of tug-of-war...
Suddenly, as if another predator had helped, the stag got his leg caught in a snake hole, and broke its leg. It was an unusual way to catch prey, but it was the way a loner was used to.
She bit into the stag's throat cautiously, making sure it wouldn't toss and kick at the last moment. After a few moments, its body went lame and fell lifeless.
She began dragging it back to the pack by its one antler. The thorns of the overgrowth began to peel its fur and skin off as she struggled to pull it out of a bush.
