The Bracken Woods what good is an idea if it remains an idea? try. experiment

How about a dice roll to see if they succeed? Odds they take a deer, evens they do not? I'll try not to let this drag too long (so some slight pp here, feel free to do the same to keep things moving!), I'll roll with my next post if you guys are okay with that and we can play it out then! :)

His invite was accepted, his peripheral sight catching the movement as the female came to join them. Good. Three was a much stronger number in the pursuit of deer and the black wolf liked their odds. The trail was hot; he dipped his broad muzzle to urine that had pooled in a track. It was pungent, fresh. He cast his fellows a small smile, there was at least one deer up ahead that had passed by not long ago. He quickened his pace, but did not sacrifice stealth, carefully placing his heavy paws and keeping the wind in his face.

It was not long, perhaps a quarter hour, before his muzzle lifted into the breeze at the scent of deer. They were close, and he slowed down, glancing to Terich and the female. The trio of predators prowled forward, alert and ready, and as they crested a small knoll they spotted her climbing the next bank. It was a young doe, last years fawn. Taggarik glanced about him, but she appeared isolated, a perfect target. He would have liked to have found a group, to have the advantage of selecting the weakest among them, but he took was he was offered in the end. She was healthy, and she would need to be tired.

"Split up, run her," he instructed quietly, and then he broke from the assembly. Taggarik went to the left, to circle wide and come in closer to her before giving chase. She was yet unware she was being hunted as she ambled along, and if they chased her now, her speed would carry her out of reach too easily. Split apart, they would better be able to control her direction and make it difficult for her to outpace them. Or so the strategy was.