The stag that Lasher referenced was truly a magnificent creature, causing Dante to flash back to the story that he had told that night of the gathering. "Indeed we will." The fawn looked to be a good target. It's nearness to the herd wouldn't last long, though, once they had spooked up the deer. Nothing could make a prey animal forget themselves quite so well as a predator bearing down on them. It would hopefully be left behind in the mad rush to get away. The stag, though... it was the variable here.
"If one of us went around, the other could panic the herd to run by. Then the former could take out the fawn. Then that one," he indicated the stag, "would likely either be off with the rest of the herd or too focused on the wolf who scattered them to get to the fawn in time." He paused, looking at Lasher. If the male had another idea, Dante would gladly follow his lead. He was just throwing out options. He wouldn't mind keeping the herd busy; his size would do well in spooking the deer. He doubted he would be in too much danger... as long as he didn't get too close, the elk was unlikely to do much more than posture. They weren't as aggressive as other prey, having more flight in them than fight.
