Kintla Flatlands Plates and Saucers

Pleased that nothing about him had caused her concern or offense, Shrike was more than happy to bound after Pallas, latching onto the scent of the deer and the opportunity of catching a meal. He slowed to a trot and traveled directly in the path behind her so that their scent, should it reach the deer before they did, would only come from one direction, rather than fanning away from her and risking having his own scent give away their approach. There was power to her short step, but he wasn't quite sure that that step hadn't been caused by a stiffness of some kind. Either way, he was not terribly concerned; she probably had more power, while he had more speed and thus, he still felt confident that they had a decent chance at hunting down a deer. 

His head was low as he trotted, and in truth he looked as though he was herding Pallas like a collie might herd sheep, though simply because the male wanted to be as hidden as possible and was using Pallas as a sheild. He relied on his sense of smell to assure himself that they were heading in the right direction, but allowed her to take the lead, watching her for any sign that she had spotted something.