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Truth be told, Peregrine stopped paying attention to who was near to him when he fully entered hunting mode. With Magpie sitting the pups, that meant it was Fox, Elwood, Pan, Dove and himself left to take down the prey. Five able-bodied wolves could easily take down a mule deer. But they would have to strategize. Should they simply rush their victim, hoping to overpower it with sheer force, or should they attempt something more indirect, like an ambush?

Motioning everyone to stop again, the Alpha became aware of his companions once more. He looked to his leading lady first, then glanced at Elwood and Pan before briefly acknowledging Dove. Peregrine deliberated a long moment, then decided aloud, "Since the ground's flat and there's very little cover, I don't think we can manage an ambush. Instead, we're going to give chase. But we're going to use the water to our advantage."

He paused a moment, then hunkered down not unlike the quarterback during a team huddle. "Fox, Dove and myself are going to drive from the left. You two will drive from the right." Again, he made eye contact with Elwood and Pan, his jade gaze lingering an extra beat or two on his lover's face. "We'll push them toward the water, forcing them to flee along the shore or into the bottleneck we've created. Either way, a straggler will present itself and we'll give chase.

Sound like a plan?" he said, straightening up as his senses began to zero in on the herd again.