Blacktail Deer Plateau the meaning of life

A sleek, brown figure emerges from the trees; it's Raid, the woman he saw at the sparring tournament. He gives her a warm smile in greeting, keeping his voice low as he explains the situation.

"You see that skinny one, there?" he asks, pointing his muzzle toward the intended target. "She lags behind the others. She looks too tired to keep going if we chase her down."

Shale turns his head to look at Raid fully. She looks a bit nervous for some reason, and he hopes to calm any fears or apprehensions she may have--about him, the hunt, or anything in between--by keeping steady and calm. He can do that. Steady and calm.

"If you flank her on the left, I can take her right. She'll be surrounded if she tries to dart sideways. Keep an eye on those hooves--they can do damage. Sound good to you?" He falls silent, waiting for her response.

@Sunny you're welcome to join in for those hunting trade points!