Barrow Fields cernunnos

Others failed to capture his glance after more moments, and when an opportunity arrived, he now knew where his focus would be. But anxious anticipation aside, patience still remained key--especially when he knew his personal strengths in the hunt came behind powerful bursts of speed and force. He harbored no doubts about what the commander could deliver alongside him, but the servant.. less so. He knew not to rely heavily on such an unknown between relatively few wolves already, so when they struck, it would have to be well-executed and precise.

Since he wanted a different approach and vantage point, he began to fan away from Thuringwethil and Isengrim to move wider as they collectively prepared more with each breath. Soon, he hoped, they could descend on them and get their teeth on the slowest one. Waiting too long could only expose them, but again, there was a delicate balance at play.

In a second when he was debating on edging out even wider, he opted to go carefully still to watch the deer move. A little extra shuffling around on one side had caused a ripple among the nearby others. His ears were pressed forward and he was liking what he saw well enough to take the chance. After catching the commander's glance, he nodded--ready when they were to follow up wherever the speed of this situation would be.