Max had taken the liberty of hunting only for a little bit. He managed to crouch by a tree, seeing a buck worthy of catch. Preying upon it, he inched toward it without being seen. When the Buck did see him from the corner of his eye, it bolted, but only for Max to chase after it, tackle it and give it a deathly bite to the neck with his canine-like fangs, killing it. A bite from a Gumiho meant sure enough, death. He had done this with a few other deer as well. He was strong, quick, smart, attractive in a way.