Dawnlark Plains Hinterlands

Slight PP! I will probably conclude the hunt in my next post, as well, if you two are okay with that?

The transition from sharp-edged first encounter to operational hunting machine was almost seamless. The two fell into step behind him, and the trio moved in a rhythmic tandem, descending unto the plains with the intent of tracing the swiftly aging deer trail in hopes that it would lead to a promising dinner. Warbone kept his lips sealed and his nose low, motioning for his team to fan so that their chances of picking up the herd's scent would broaden. It was Flora who found the most recent trail, and as they convened on the spot, Warbone made the plan clear through body language and encouraging nips to his companions that Flora was to pitch, and the two males were to catch.

Locating the peacefully grazing herd, the bronze wolf motioned for his wolves to commence with caution as they took their positions. Flora disappeared, hopefully to take a spot on the opposite end of the herd, where she would chase the unwitting ungulates towards the waiting trap of the males lurking beyond. To the nameless male at his side, Warbone motioned, picking out an older doe that tried to remain obscure in the middle of the much younger crowd. She had a light limp, that surely wouldn't make her slow, but it would make her weak— A target.

They crouched in ready, two sets of eyes trained forward and ready for the wolfdog to begin the event.