pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt

Felt like we needed another thread in this forum, haha. I'd love any potential folks after the Gamekeeper trade to jump in on this one, or alternatively any OS wolf Mordecai hadn't had the full pleasure of meeting one-on-one that feel up for a hunt. :)

Moonlight bathed the floor of the Spine with a speckled pattern of the canopy above when he had first laid eyes on the group of deer bedded down for the night. In the far southern reaches of their borders, he had not anticipated spying the minuscule group of five. Two does and three of their fawns, with nary a larger cluster of their kin to be scented, seen, or heard. It had been along the hillsides that he had first seen a flicker of their movement in his patrol of their border, and it seemed some sort of luck, fate, or higher power (perhaps the loa Lecter had spoken of) had led him to this profound discovery.

The does were alert, unfamiliar with their surroundings. Mordecai was willing to wager that they knew where they were sitting, but the babes between them rested as though they were none of the wiser — or so he could tell. For quite some time he had observed them stock still, until the ache to move in his muscles overrode the necessity to watch. He turned, slinking back up the slope from whence he had come to an area he deemed appropriate to call out any that would hear him.

His call was a low sound on purpose, not wanting to wake the entire pack but also not wanting to scare the deer resting in the density of the woods. He had hoped there would be others out and active, taking advantage of the cooler night air from the swelling heat of the mid-summer sun. And as the call died away in his throat, he waited, listening tentatively for the first signs of nocturnal life from the housed Ouroboros.