Jerome kept trotting along. The forest will always be home. He began to run. Besides, nighttime was always the best time to hunt. A lot of deer were active, and other small prey like raccoons. Stealthily, he stalked through the trees, almost missing a doe and her fawn. He debated on which he should get, and he decided both. If he would only kill one, one would be depressed. The other would die anyway. He stalked up close before he sprang, catching the slow fawn by surprise. he sunk his teeth into it's rump, dragging it down. The doe fought back, kicking him in the shoulder. Unexpectedly, Jerome's fangs wrapped around the doe's leg. He flipped it, sinking his teeth into her throat. he left the fawn to suffer, ignoring it's cries and squeals. Tonight was not a peaceful night. When the doe stopped kicking, Jerome started to drag it back home. he went under the porch, ripping flesh off of it. Blood splattered on the ground, staining the underside of the porch.