Barrow Fields cernunnos

With the motion of the herd, he had tucked in low and hopefully as hidden as he could make himself.. but now that good chances were falling into place, he began to creep closer again. Now knowing that the commander was ready too, he got up to prepare to engage.

Yet a half-step ahead of them, something else pressured the deer into flight and he doubted it was their doing already; they had not advanced that far quite yet. But now that things were moving in a direction they were not entirely in control of, there was even less time to waste.

He gave a short boof of a bark and now launched his assault in full before this could escalate further. From his direction, he aimed to intercept the one they had been eyeing still--and noticed the other wolf he did not recognize, nor anticipate, in the midst of it all pursuing a different prize: a young doe. A good pick, a wise one too.. but the one they found was more meat, greedily enough--although who was to say they could bring it down. He drove it to the fringe of the other deer, and it had panic in its eyes already.

Dio stayed on his course still trying to get close to their pick all while being interested in the other, her progress, and whether or not the commander knew of her.. and if he ought to adjust his route yet.