Phantom Hollow Under The Burning Sun We Fight For Our Place

After she spoke up, others did too, and for a moment it sounded like half of their hunting party was ready to go with her in herding the sickly deer toward the rest of the pack. Mitanni's ears folded doubtfully, certain that they didn't that many just to get the creature running, but Malice was on it. The little mottled wolf relaxed as their alpha took charge and designated duties as was necessary.

With jobs divvied out, there nothing left to do but act. She glanced around all of those present and fixed her gaze on the blue-eyed Belle. You and me then, she thought, and with only a nod to signify she was ready Mitanni turned and began to stalk through the woods, still partially limping, around their sickly prey in order to sneak up on its other side.

Even with a limp, the mottled black and brown female moved fairly stealthily, slowing in places where it was necessary as she journeyed in a wide arc to the deer's other side. When she finally felt she'd moved far enough, she glanced around and sought to catch Belle's eye, waiting for any signal that she was ready and in place to begin the charge.