Jade Fern Grove entrée

Fortunately, for the task at hand, they did not need to speak. Having hunted together now for well over a year, the couple were at least attuned to one anothers' movements for such an event.
 
Bazi’s lunge indicated she was going left, and with the almost ring of trees barricading a clean escape, Scimitar lunged closer to the right, his paws thrumming the ground as he made to compliment her plan. He was not as agile as she was, but it mattered little in this instance. The herd began fanning out, panic written in their eyes.
 
His eyes scanned the crowd of tawny fur, seeking out the one Bazi was aiming for. She had been watching them from afar before he had arrived, and her point of attack was likely already chosen.