Blacktail Deer Plateau in hearts we are guaranteed a victory

The movement of his feet above the ground and the flow of blood inside his veins kept his mind from going back to the mournful thought of his mother. He too, like Dante, had (attempted at least) to shift his focus of the grief and onto the beef omfg waiting prey they had ahead. 

Silently, the silver Ollivander moved along the dew-kissed grasses, his ears twusting and turning towards both Mordecai and his friend Dante as the small hunt group continued to flock down the foothills where the elk had taken refuge. While in this hunt Finn had decided to be a helping body and not an active participant of the ambush, it was with urging desire to run that the greyscale male began to scout the bodies of the animals for weakness or disabilities. 

Then as if illuminated by a ray of heavenly light a good sized doe with an apparent discomfort on one of its hind legs caught his olive eyes. Their four-member team, if well managed, could easily bring her down...
Quickly, Finn sought Dante's eyes before remembering this was Mordecai's hunt and that it should be him who he should be seeking instead.
Still, not thinking his action as a defiance to the Ostrega's authority in the hunt, he motined the Alpha towards the limping doe, his muscles tensing expectantly as he waited for his cue to lunge.