Honeyed Pasture the world is already on my side

It’s good! ♥ Same goes for me; I am new to hunting threads, so if I need to change anything or anything sounds amiss, please let me know. ^^

Hunting deer and warring with wolves was definitely not as similar as Szymon had initially thought it would be — but fortunately, Grayday’s ingenuity made the young wolf’s first hunt a bit easier on him. Chasing the prey toward the beach was a good idea — one that Szymon ardently hoped would work, as he was uniquely qualified for fighting in that sort of terrain — and as the golden-eyed, golden-hearted wolf barreled toward the long-legged ungulates, he kept his eyes trained on the larger of the two fawns and his ears trained on his umber-eyed ally. Noise, he supposed from the mottled grey wolf’s barking, was important — and Szymon sounded forth in a rolling, bass-toned howl, snapping at the large fawn in an attempt to drive it toward the bay as several gruff, guttural barks ricocheted from his hungry jaws.

Nipping threateningly at the heels of the smaller fawn to drive it away, adding to the panicked chaos that Grayday was creating, Szymon did his best to avoid those dangerous, trampling hooves and drive their chosen quarry toward the bay. They were herd animals and it was their wont to stay together like a school of fish — he found it difficult to keep the larger fawn to continue in the direction he wished but did his utmost with the clapping thunder of his jaws.