Barrow Fields cernunnos

After discovering their find, and watching them for several minutes in minimal cover, Dio begins to step forward. His focus has refined onto one in the middle that has slowed down compared to the others, something she has also noted, and she glances to him for a brief moment to see if he’s ready. Not quite in position yet, Thuringwethil doesn’t make a move to go after them but she does put a little distance between her and her chieftain. A single glance to the honon behind her sends him in a wide girth opposite of them and luckily his silence keeps the herd from noticing them still.

Thuringwethil licks at her lips, her stomach roiling more out of excitement than need, and she waits patiently for the proper opening. One of the healthier appearing deer has deviated to the left for a fresh patch of sun-beaten grass that almost gives them an opening. Ears swivel forward in attention, head dropping to better center her gravity, and her eyes dart between their chosen prey, her servant, and Dio.