The closer they got to the wounded creature, the more his feral nature came out. He started rumbling low under his breath, the fresh blood on his tongue only making him more hungry. He needed sustenance soon. When he glanced over, the male noticed the female was slinking lower to the ground, ready to go for all it seemed. When the doe stumbled, Fen couldn't contain himself anymore, his body launched toward the prey, his eyes seeing only red. He was on a mission. His ears flicked back and he was sure he could hear the female wolf running behind him but he wasn't about to look back to check. As he launched himself at the doe, she tried to keep going but luckily the female wolf was on his side. The doe started bucking and he growled higher, his dull claws scrabbling for support on her thin hide as he tried to sink his teeth in anywhere to get a purchase. Fen knew at this point if he fell off, the doe could still race out of there and she'd be lost to them.

The male wolf glanced down as he bit, looking for the female in growing frustration. He saw her body down by the doe's front legs and he snarled in his throat, his way of demanding she do something more. He wouldn't lose this hunt on her account. When the doe stumbled, it threw him off and he hit the ground on his shoulder and rolled. Yelping in pain, he stumbled back to his paws and tried to shake it off, another snarl reaching his lips in annoyance as he turned back. The female wolf had grabbed the doe by the nose next, trying to pull her down to the ground. The doe was a fighter still and tried to get up but staggered forward, her legs not wanting to support her. Fen took the opportunity to leap back at the doe's neck, snarling and growling as he went straight for the doe's juicy jugular. He aimed to latch on and jerk his head around like crazy until she stopped fighting them, stopped moving. He was a force to be reckoned with, even with his small size. He was hungry and this doe was his way to eat.

Blood sprayed his face and his fur as he continued to thrash and drag the doe's body, even after she stopped moving. Only once he grew tired and had to release her to pant did he notice that the doe was indeed dead. His gaze went to the female wolf warily. "Food." He growled the word like he needed to tell her what was obvious before he went to the doe's stomach and bit down, pulling at the thin skin until her entrails and organs rushed to the ground.