If Logan had been coherent, the only saving grace to this whole incident was the fact that he was not a very good hunter. He had never been great at it, despite being a therian, and even the beast seemed a little frustrated at him. The beast was hungry, and should have been fed a long time ago. It would have been fed a long time ago. Instead, it was racing through the field, swerving and skidding after prey that was trying to run. Futile to the end.
He snarled, forcing himself to run faster, jaws snapping as his legs ate up ground. The lean, lithe body was beginning to tire slightly without any recent protein or meat consumption to sustain it. There would need to be an opportunity soon, otherwise the hunter could soon become the trampled, if his prey was strong enough to come back for revenge.
Then, right at that moment it stumbled. The beast launched forward, jaws sprung wide, ready to rip out part of the prey's rump, or haunch... just enough to let it bleed out. Sharp canines sunk deep into the horse's flesh, tearing, ripping. His vision was stained blood red as he growled and worried the wound with his teeth, unsure as to where he had managed to bite, but not concerned. He had struck, and the burst of taste against his tongue assured him that the main course would be served soon.