Stone Circle with purple fountains issuing from his veins

Grayday did as Valette suggested and opened his mind to the rest of his senses. His sight faded ot vague flickers of color and shadow, and he focused in on sound and scent and feel. The thundering of hooves was present in both sound and feel, and Valette's noisemaking in the former. For a moment he started to wonder how he was meant to focus on the hunt when she was making such a racket, but such distractions were quickly pushed aside.

This needed to work. He needed so badly for it to work...

The beasts drew nearer, and Day curled back his lips to take in the scents and tastes on the breeze. At first, everything seemed to blend together, overwhelming and strange without his eyes to tell him what it all meant. But Logic came next, and he was able to make some sense of what the world was telling him.

"You!" he shouted, turning his head and blinking the scent-sound-feel into the figure of a young mother and her newborn fawn. Day ignored the fawn in favor of the mother, knowing already that there was another doe in the heard the could foster and give milk to the gangly youth. It did not feel nice to be taking away the child's family - Day often thought of such things, during hunts - but the doe was not doing well in any case, and if he and Valette did not take her now, it would not be long before after-birth-weakness did the same.

Sounding a summoning bark in Valette's direction, he began trying to separate the weakened, first-time mother from her child and the rest of the herd. With his broader frame, he threw himself against the sides of the larger deer, while the smaller ones needed little more convining than a few snaps of his teeth. Hopefully, Valette was working to separate them as well. Perhaps working more on forcing away the sickly doe, as she would follow her herd and get mixed back in if they weren't careful.