Wapun Meadow An owl in the closet

crappy post... Sorry :/

Israel listened to Simatra"s proposed plans with an open mind and intent ears. She replayed them in her mind to ensure she understood. They would part the injured doe from its fellows in the thicket,  and drive her to the open land of the meadow. Acknowledging this,  the grey beauty nodded, hugging her partner's side as they proceeded through the wood.

They soon came upon a gnarled yew, and there they paused to gather their wits; at least, that was what Israel did. With a knowing glance the blue and green eyes met, and with this last look the hunters agreed upon their plans. The agouti wolfess again flanked Simatra and they cautiously headed towards the stag and his small harem. When the distance had been effectively closed, Israel struck, her lips pulled back into a vicious snarl as she raced to the wounded animal. 

They gave chase, the grey and golden pair rounding upon their query and separating it from the group. The doe fled just in the direction the wolves had intended,  but its limp rendered its pace quite slow and the stag had long since caught onto the attack. The buck bore down upon them with its fatal antlers and for a moment, Israel glanced behind her, sweet blue eyes wide with terror.