blooding the hounds of hell - round six

It wasn't until he paused, poised and attentive for the other group's actions, that Dante noticed the other children had joined them.  They all followed Lasher and the alpha's ear flicked impatiently.  It wasn't ideal to have all of the learners in a single location and he would have much rather paired them off with attentive partners.  Now Lasher and his two would have more to look after.  Hopefully once they joined in the chase it would not matter.

As soon as Lasher was off, he watched attentively, tracking when their course would cross. His frame was tense, and as soon as he deemed the hunt close enough, he surged forth with a low chuff of signal. The other two would hopefully be on his heels. In a flat out sprint he headed for the juncture between doe and herd, ready to make as the lance that severed her chances of redemption. He kept aware of his group's movements, and as they drew in close, maneuvered to stay out of their way while he snapped at the heels of the hind in an attempt to turn her head. The herd had already outpaced his own ability to spur them on any quicker, but perhaps one of his fleeter fellows could do that task. Avoiding a hoof that was desperately sent his way, he weaved back, pleased to note that their plan seemed to be working. The space was growing