Shame ran deep in Balek, tainting his flesh and his eyes. He had been captured, not by a deer, nor a wolf, not even a bear, but those annoying fleshy creatures. They had jabbed, stabbed, and nabbed him all over the period of... Who knows long? And he didn't even get a good gnaw on one, although there was one of them - a bitch, that he managed to take a chunk of the sleeve off after she mistook him for a passive, sedated wolf... Whereas he was a pissed off wolf in a 'leave me alone' mood. Although the trip was rough, he was glad to see forest again... Without snow. Any more white coldness would've sent him insane. He could hardly run in that, but he was alive, because he<strong><em>made</em></strong>himself run.<br/><br/>Balek's ears went back as he heard something, and his head went down. The brown deer with black spots came in to view, dawdling along slowly. Balek's leg slowly lowered, shifting away from the tree. The deer spotted him, and they simply stared at one another for a moment, before it fired off, and Balek took swift chase. His size and weight allowed him to just smash through bushes and such that the deer had to slip between, and he was fast gaining on it. He caught up to it, and barged it over, locking his jaw around the back of its neck. He stood, and swung it around from his muscled jaw and sharp teeth, severing its spine and killing it instantly. He dropped it, and began panting, his large pink tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth happily as he sucked some breath in. He stood over it, panting deeply, asking himself why he had infact gunned the deer down. He was hungry, true, but not to the point of starving. He ate the flesh of its stomach, exposing its stomach, and then chewed most of the flesh off its leg, moving away from it and sitting down at the trees, then laying down, looking underneath the bushes, waiting.<br/><br/>Balek's senses told him there were other wolves in the area. He could smell their markings, and had come across a kill or two they'd made, now he wanted to know just how far away they were. The scent of the exposed stomach would float through the air around the forest, tempting all meat eaters around him. This would surely attract him a mate to replace the pups he had lost in his last pack.<br/><br/>Balek laid there licking his chops, the blood covering most of his face and paws. His hunting skills certainly had deteriorated, as well as his size and physique while in captivity being moved here. He didn't know how long it took to get him here, but they didn't let him run... Even once. Which was quite annoying to be cramped in a box and fed meals that were already dead. It just ticked him off more than anything. He wasn't a pup that needed to be cared for any more. He was Alpha material now, but the humans treated him like he fed off the teat still. How degrading for a wolf of his size.