Swiftcurrent Creek The Hunter's Arrow Shines · Pack Hunt

Edit: A pesky little typo was bothering me. :|

Razo listened lazily as Scimitar went over their division into teams and general roles—assuredly locking his amused eyes with the other male when he was sloppily indicated among the crowd—and considered much of what he said to be especially obvious. He wondered why he thought these wolves were so far removed from their evolutionary instincts that they had to be informed of a particular few of those self-evident details and decided it came down to either a bit of dimness in the designated leader of the hunt or a touch of unwarranted arrogance as he puffed his chest before the watchful eyes of Fox.

Or Bazi, he noted with a gleam in his shrewd gaze at their manifested interaction.

His eyes moved over the four other wolves he’d been assigned with, and then flashed over to Leaf whom he actually had met previously. Strategically, he wanted to swap her into his slice of the group. The weaker prey suited her far better and the other side could have used the startling white fur of Star as spurring compulsion to drive their doe where they wanted her. Ultimately, however, he opted not to bother going over Scimitar’s broad head, as failure for either group with such numbers was positively laughable. He doubted anyone else would notice the ignored potential for increased efficiency. Unless they got into trouble, Razo didn’t care how they got the job done.

As Scimitar set off to incite the clash of pack and herd, Razo lingered where he stood for just a moment. He sidled against Fox and brushed his nose through the soft fur behind her nicked ear before nipping it and striking off at a long lope to join the rest. It was his very particular way of singling her out and asserting that he hadn’t come close to forgetting her.

When he caught up with his team mates he looked to Danica first. I’ll take her left if you’ll take her right. Pull her down when I’m in a position to get my teeth ‘round her throat, he said. He had more weight to drop than she did, but when she lunged from the side she would be lethal and their deer would fall quickly. Razo then glanced at Njal and gestured with a nod of acknowledgement in the direction of the frail yet wild doe as they closed the distance towards her. He would know what to do with his quite solid weight.

With that, he sprung off far to the left, separating himself from the others and the deer although he kept a sharp eye trained on her. He was confident Bazi and Star knew exactly what to do and would push her off towards him. His pace was easy and deliberate, taking care not to spike the alarm levels of their prey.