<em>Very well I'll make the first move then.</em>Zane tensed his muscles, aimed, and sprung from his crouch landing on top of the injured deer.  Quickly he sank his teeth into the creatures neck and drained just enough to sustain him as well as as refill his bottle, while still leaving enough that the creature would still survive after a good nights sleep, well not taking into account it's injury.  He hoped that it would not perish because of the combination of its injury and blood loss.  Once the deer passed out he looked up to see how the others were faring.