Otatso Wetlands Let me think about it

Forward Lavakho plodded though the mud and the muck with Zhavvi following silently at his heel.  His fur was caked with clumps of sediment and sludge and laid matted down, flat against his back. However unkempt the warrior was, the dirt was welcomed like an old friend as it served a vital purpose.  His scent was effectively masked.  The warrior was now invisible to the outside world.

As the duo neared the edge of the wetlands, the herd's location became clear.  Several white-tailed deer grazed in a clearing.  Lavakho beamed like a kid in a candy store, with eyes wide and a salivating mouth.  One of the deer, a spring fawn of no more than two months, grazed beside it's mother.  The warrior had made his decision.  It would be almost too easy.  "Batobot ui wer ir," he whispered, motioning with his paw to the fawn who was obviously still wobbly on it's feet.

Their plan would be simple.  Shock and awe. "Zhavvi, si tuor wux ekess dronilnr coi ekik. Wux re temepilt loupon si mi. Wux push coi sia direction vur si geou jikmada wer wilad di wer tekir. Natorki vur banpri." The warrior nodded toward his hunting companion in earnest after concluding his plan. "Itrewica coi?"