Working Title: The Hunt
Rengar was known for chasing the best of prey, the toughest of opponents, the most dangerous game. But when he encounters a creature more dangerous than anything before, can the Pridestalker hold his own?
Rengars POV
He ran through the jungle, hopping from tree branch to tree branch, chasing after his prey. He wasn't looking for a trophy however, simply a meal. As he was almost above his prey he flipped out his wrist blade and jumped down into the foliage below. His blades entered through the massive deer's neck, piercing its throat and killing it instantly. It was easily bigger then him but thinner, still enough to hold him off for a few days while he searched for a new target. I wonder if Nidalee is nearby he thought. He was in her part of the jungle after all. He knew if he got caught by Nidalee she would report him to the League or worse, it doesn't get much worse than that though.
After he got back to his den he began bleeding and skinning the deer. He then cut the meat off the legs and then cut the pieces into strips, small enough to carry around and have one when he needed it. He spent the rest of the night polishing his weapons and armor and making new bolas as his last one broke a few days ago.
The next morning he decided to start his hunt early, he packed his hunting knife, his dual wrist blades, a few bolas, his rations, and a couple of throwing knifes he was eager to try on some large prey.