Blizzard skidded around a large tree, springing over a buldging root. He crashed through a thick shrub, his tounge lolling to one side, his sides heaving. The young fawn was fast for its age, while most young babies laid, or stumbled, this one was quick on its feet, keeping pace with its mother. Blizzard, picked up his speed, in one final dash, baring down on the young deer. He timed his steps, quickly gathering his legs and pounced at the fawn. The mother ran ahead, unwilling to risk her life for her fallen child. Blizzard dragged his kill back towards the dens.