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Regan nodded silently and followed slightly behind her, keeping up with ease as they passed through fir trees and out into the open. The deer were up ahead in a small herd and he too studied them picking them apart. There were three does, two bucks with full racks that would make it difficult to take them down without getting injured, one young male with just the beginning of antlers, and- Aha! There was a doe off to the side of the herd, the hocks of her knees shaky and trembling as she slowly lowered her head to eat the grass. He squinted and tried to focus in on her, not seeing any sores or patches of missing fur that were signs of disease among her pelt. "There to the left of the herd a few feet seperated. An old doe" he said in a hushed whisper motioning with his snout in the direction he was talking about.

"Looks healthy enough. I suggest either her, or the young male whose antlers are beginning to come in" he finished and looked to her for her opinion. He was fairly good at the physical part of taking down a deer, but the plotting and plan of attack was not his cup of tea.