The forest floor was a blur as Adrian chased after his prey. His massive paws thudded against the ground, his heart raced but with excitement not from exhaustion. This was nothing hunting was what he was born to do and it thrilled him like nothing else. Except sex...and maybe fighting. As he added more power into his back legs he pounced and promptly broke the back of a strong full grown buck. His jaws clamped around it's throat as it twitched on the ground, it blood filled his mouth but he did not swallow. To him blood was for cursed blood suckers and magic users of a darker nature. It just didn't appeal to him. As waited for the buck to die he pricked his ears up keeping an eye on his surroundings. One could never be to careful in the woods and he didn't become Leader of the Pack by being careless. He was always on the look out for any type of challenge whether it be good or bad. The forest was silent save a few creatures who had dared to dwell outside of their chosen shelters. His golden eyes pierced through the darkness but he could see no enemies. Slowly he managed to fling the buck's body onto his back. He made his way back to where just an hour ago he had been challenged his opponents maimed body lay waiting to be picked at by scavengers. Letting out a howl that rang throughout the forest Adrian let his pack know who had survived. Breaking into a fast walk he carried the buck for his pack mates. His people needed to be fed.