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He did not answer right away, but she took this in stride. Eventually he did and that was good enough. She had not spent much time observing the group herself and she certainly stood no chance hunting them solo. They already looked to be far too robust for any lone wolf. No obvious weaknesses, no injuries or very young. It could prove an interesting challenge, and with an unfamiliar hunting companion, a new depth was added.

He accepted, and she would take her role too. She nodded with a small smirk and would concede the lead to him. Let him have it, after all, the hunt was not among her specializations -- perhaps it was his? And, he had been here first, presumably understanding the group better than she did by a considerable margin. It was in the interest of any potential success that he take the reins and control this. She was quick, agile, and capable of adapting to situations on the fly but honestly, she preferred not to lead them when she could (one aspect of life where this was true for her, anyway). So long as he was capable, and she was eager to see what he could bring.

So she settled to watch for a time until opportunity showed itself. While she was eager to chase and see how far she could run on the winds of luck, she'd wait.. and then wait a little more. Maybe make this even better that way, or maybe she'd even work up a real hunger by then. The pronghorn did provide a show now and again, alternating between their tensions and seemingly relative calm. She immersed herself in observation, and stalked patiently.

It took time. Events began to culminate again, she perked her ears anew and watched the female's squabble then the male intervene. It happened quickly, her eyes following desperately as she flared her nostrils -- scenting blood then seeing the wounds to confirm it. She hunkered low, feeling coiled and readied to spring already when she caught his signal. Ame hardly paused to nod in return, and halfway through the motion, she glided forward. She lurked closer still, steadily gaining her speed before revealing herself fully when the male was as preoccupied as he'd be here on alert -- he turned away for only half a moment after stamping around a bit, picking anxiously at some forage when he did. 

Amekaze took this chance, no matter how scarce and fleeting it was, and arced towards the group opposite to the fellow dark hunter. Her ears were pinned tight, eyes zeroed in, and her stride lengthened. As expected, they spooked and began to flee. She aimed for the female with the wound closer to her neck, rallying them into an immediate run. Scare them towards the stranger wolf was her main priority, but flighty and very fast as they were here in an open meadow, corralling them was not bound to be easy. 

She had them going, and pursued hotly. It was then, flattened out at full run, she noticed the male now aimed her way. He came fast -- very fast, and with fire on his heels to protect his females, who snorted and took off with her on their trail. Amekaze ran low, momentarily focusing entirely on him as he swung for her at high speeds once he made it to her. Her shoulders missed the hooves, but a scrape ran down her side from the second they contacted, and her dodge cost her speed in that instant. His momentum also carried him away for a small handful of strides, and he had to turn around somewhere behind her periphery if he still intended to chase.. which he did, of course. He'd not let himself be deterred so easily as by one almost-miss.

The dark-furred pursuer could hear his hoofbeats coming back after her only heartbeats later. This still gave her a chance to regroup, but she knew he'd be back on her heels soon enough and surely raring to be combative against her, a solo beast interfering on their business and safety. She chased the closest female teeth first anyway, being chased as he gained ground.