Silverlight Terrace Rain or Shine (I)

He concurred with her plan, then the two of them proceeded, hot on the trail. As they closed in on their prey, Wildfire continued pondering her proposed strategy. How would she and Floki know when to make their strike? They would have to time it perfectly, to be sure they attacked from either side at exactly the same time. Otherwise, their quarry would have an open opportunity to escape. She knew it would take lots of practice to perfect it. They would probably goof this first try completely. That was okay, though, since they didn't actually hope to take down anything.

Soon the herd was in sight. Wildfire instinctively paused and crouched low to the ground as she surveyed them. It was a small herd of mule deer, probably a smaller branch of the larger herds that often bypassed the shores of Lake Rodney. She could see the stag—his head and antlers stood out quite obviously—and she counted several does. There were no young present, save for subtle roundness in some of the does' flanks. They would drop their fawns in the spring.

"That one," the would-be huntress muttered, indicating the smallest doe with a little jerk of her snout. She was one of the grown fawns from the previous spring, all grown up but still obviously younger than most of her brethren. "How do we single her out?" Wildfire wondered out loud. She had entirely forgotten about that part but it was necessary to execute their plan.