Two Rivers Isle So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

They arrived, her packmates, looking to her to lead this hunt of theirs. She would accept, do it gladly, but she hesitated before addressing her comrades. She greeted them silently as they arrived, mind formulating a plan to take down the beast with such small numbers. They could attempt an ambush, but with such few numbers, it would take some tinkering. Perhaps, she realized, they could use the natural landscape to their advantage. 

The trees were fairly uniform, but Aeronwyn noted a large tangle of hardy undergrowth, thorns, nettles, and other scraggly bushes. The deer stood fairly close to it, perhaps ten meters away, and thus Aeronwyn considered using it to their advantage. 

She begun her plan at a whisper, asking for the other's approval before they started. "We are few, but perhaps we can use the land to our advantage." She launched into speech, her idea becoming clearer as she went. "Two will drive the deer towards the nettles, snapping at its heels and driving the stag into a panic. Hopefully, it will run into the undergrowth, becoming ensnared and driven mad by the thorns and nettles. Another will be waiting on the other side of the nettles should it try and flee through them, ready to take it down should it make it through the undergrowth without tripping in it's panic. Should it falter, or another attack it, the others will all fall on it." She glanced at the others, question in her gaze. Did they approve?