Redhawk Caldera Whisper

He raised his brows, pleasantly surprised by the girl's willingness to step up. Zicorro's stealthy departure had been a game changer, but if Allure wanted to give it a shot, Elwood would make his best effort. "Okay. If something goes awry, we back off immediately, got it?" he said, eyeing her. She was young and able-bodied, but he wasn't sure how much experience she had. The last thing he wanted to do was get himself and one of the pack's newer members injured in a reckless hunting accident.

Then, with a quick bob of his head, he started to move towards the herd at a swinging trot. He gave them a wide berth, scanning their options with his gaze. One doe lingered further from the others, although there was nothing striking about her outward appearance to indicate that she would be a particularly easy target. "Let's just try to cut her off from the others," he suggested in a stage whisper, making eye contact with Allure before loping towards the deer.

Alerted to the presence of the wolves, they scattered; Elwood honed in on their target, keeping his distance for the time being.