Overture Downs momentum for the sake of momentum

Once again, he took the lead unknowingly. There was an eagerness about him that wanted to find those deer, or elk, or whatever they would ultimately turn out to be. He had certainties that what they were after were in fact deer, though a herd of elk would have been nice. Something to pick through and thin while they made their way through the rolling hills and valleys and forests.

The woodland that they breached was not as dense as it had seemed from afar. Silence enveloped the trio again as they continued. Mordecai left his gaze to wander through the late summer scenery as they passed. Soon those leaves would change their coats and enter free-fall and he wondered beyond that, when would the first frosts and snows come to the land. Though it would be gradual, he knew that it always seemed to happen quickly.

Much like the appearance of the deer towards the end of the sprawling thin copse.

He halted swift and suddenly tense, hoping that the very action he made would spur the others to do the same. Ahead of them as nothing more than confusing shapes that only seemed to resemble deer-like woods, the distinctive call of a doe bleated once and began to move on. And they had not been seen, not yet.