Wapun Meadow daughter of gaea

It barely took any time before they had tracked down a proper kill. Isley saw Palisander stop and slowly approached him, nose brushing his shoulder briefly as she peered through the foliage to meet his mark. "I can drive her forward." Isley murmured softly. She kept her voice low, already thinking of what she could do to build the deer right into their trap; guiding it without ever touching it until the right time. 

She was fast on her feet and she could make sure that she could drive things forward and make it work as quickly as possible. They could spend the day resting, letting their bodies take advantage of the fuel it gave them, and then they could leave. It would all work out perfectly if the male agreed with the plan - already she was mapping it all out.