Jerome tracked down a white-tailed deer. He slowly stalked it, and then leaped out of the shadows, barking and snarling. It bleated loudly and bounded away. Jerome kept chasing it, zig-zagging between trees until he caught up to the creature. He leaped onto it, snarling and growling. It continued to bleat, slowing down. Jerome sunk his fangs into it's spine, watching it's legs slowly stiffen, and then it fell. It continued to bleat, only weakly now. Jerome gave the fatal strike, sinking his fangs into it's throat. He grabbed it's back leg, and then went back to the ranch. Instead of showing everyone his kill, he laid it in the field, stripping meat off and swallowing it, splattering blood all over the ground and on his neck and chest.