Otatso Wetlands eight

nothin like good ol tonton n lonlon on a derpy adventure. ok, ill roll after your next post

As the seperated part of the herd began to move at a relatively springy pace, Dovev doubled back and trotted up beside Iqsi. After a moment, he noticed what the ebony wolf had her sights set on- and began to move into position. The male deer was young, with stubbly antlers, and looked to be good shape until he spotted the discretion in the deer's gait.

The animals were rapidly fleeing as Dovev picked up his walk, merging into a gallop as he followed them up the hill and towards the wetlands. He could hear the pursuit of his companion, and the vibrations of hooves through the trodden, icy ground. Although the deer were bunched together, their combined speed grew and the buck began to fall behind. Even if Dovev wasn't a fast runner, he was starting to catch up. With a few bounds, the wolf avidly dodged a small hole in the ground and used his momentum to leap up at the deer. He missed, but the prey animal slowed and began to trot in a circle, its head lowered and antlers exposed to the two wolves as steam coursed from its nostrils.