Shy Deer Steppes With Paws All Riddled In Sand

Welcome to any of my existing pack members, anyone who wants to meet Santi, or someone looking for a hunting thread! ;)

Santi wanted to venture off for a bit, just to explore and contemplate his life; as one does. He finds himself walking the dusty, flatlands of Shy Deer Steppes. His end goal: to hunt one of these infamous shy deer he’s heard so much of, but never actually seen. He’s sure he can accomplish doing it on his own with some sweat and hard work of course. Then so be it. Though he’s not sure why he didn’t ask Serem or Clarence to accompany him, he shrugs internally at the unintentional bout of forgetfulness.

His black fur shines beautifully from the gleam of the sun that beats down on him. The weather isn’t necessarily hot, though he knows when the hunt begins and he starts running around he’ll be panting. His muscles shift beneath, while heavy paws carry him and blow up dust behind him. The male sidles through the desert he’s found himself so fond of, looking for his prized possession to bring home to the family. Yes, he plans on dragging an entire deer across the desert. Just call him dad of the year. 

Then just a pinch of something in the distance catches his attention. Sometime later, the object is only a hair closer, but now he can see those tall, slender legs so well known of deer and the such. His head is level with his body as he sidles ever closer, not really in a rush, one must take time in a good hunt. Those ivory eyes of his never leaving the animal and his teeth gleam as his usual smirk lightly contorts his maw. So the hunt begins.