Honeyed Pasture the world is already on my side

Slight PP, let me know if I should change it!

Seeing that the pale wolf was orienting himself to intercept their quarry should they attempt to flee into the territory of the woodland pack (he did know a little about Donnelaith, having passed it on the way to Silvertip - but still not the name of the place), Grayday get himself into a position to do the same, should they try to head for Silvertip. Though he could chase them there to his heart's content, it would not be fair to Szymon. Besides, if this scarred and silent stranger did not already know the exact location of the territory, Grayday was not sure he wanted him to find out.

Toward the bay, then, he thought cheerfully, hoping that the sand might give them the advantage, should their prey get that far. He needn't have worried.

The ready look in Szymon's eyes was all the prompting Day needed to kick off the hunt, streaking forward and barking loudly when Szymon got near - their heads swung toward Grayday before Szymon reached them, and Day made a show of lunging and snapping to rile them up, confuse them. Perhaps not as quick as a stealthy attack, but Day didn't want the does feeling brave enough to defend their young. Better to have them running than to get a sharp hoof in the side.