Mad Dash

DefinatlyNot , tagging this girl because her boy and future babe is in it Lol , Boona thinks its  a girl XD

Mentions: Enif and future babe

Year 768 of the New Age, Late Autumn

Location : Glenmore, Glenwood

She could feel it, the same satisfaction she got each time she went in for a kill. There was just something about it that sent a thrill through the young does body that she just couldn’t seem to get enough of. It was almost addicting. The snow made things a bit harder but Boona felt herself push on after the orange ball of fluff that raced through the snow. Foxes were easy, she’d taken down things far worse...lets say a few lowly stags. Well to be honest they might not have been lowly but that's how she saw all stags, lowly beings that only wanted one thing.

But she pushed that thought out from her mind as she raced about, she needed to up her skills. With her first fawn on the way the last thing she needed was to get soft. It was bad enough she had allowed a stag close to her to conceive a fawn but something about this pathetic dark skinned male that just seemed to catch her attention. She had met him a few times before and ever since then she just couldn’t seem to lose him.

So now here she was, in the first stages of pregnancies and true it would have been best if she rested, filled up on food while she carried the fawn but she couldn’t allow herself getting weak. Besides she wasn’t even showing yet, and to think that when her filly was born she could teach her the ways of being a huntress. The thought of a daughter thrilled her beyond belief and was thinking of a proper gift for her soon to be fawn, names as well...perhaps a nice fox fur to keep the filly warm?

She threw her legs out in an attempt to pick up her speed, her heavy breathing coming in quick short pants as she beared down on the creatures, smiling as she heard it’s bark of pain as her tusks bit into its backside. Pulling up into a quick stop she held the fox down, using a hoof to step on its back before lodging her tusks into its throat. The creature twitched which satisfied the doe as she picked it up and carried its lifeless body back to her makeshift not far away, yes her new fawn would do greatly with this.