Redhawk Caldera My mind put to motion

He stopped to sniff at the cloven prints in the moist earth, exchanging a quick glance with Nadie as he deliberated. How should the two of them approach their as of yet unseen prey? Should they just try to ambush and overpower it? With the pig still out of sight, it did seem like the most viable option.

"Let's just bum rush it," he conveyed, then rolled his shoulder in a casual sort of shrug. Peregrine then faced forward, following the tracks as they led deeper into the brush, thankful that the wind was blowing in the wolves' favor.

At first, he approached as stealthily as possible, then when he could hear the wild pig shuffling around in the brush, the Alpha's muscles coiled and he sprang forward. He rushed forward, found himself in a clearing about six feet to the pig's left. He swiveled, slipping slightly on the wet leaves scattered all over the open ground, then charged at the swine.