Phoenix Maplewood There'll be things you never asked her

 

Sorry for the different text. I've been having trouble with it, so I'm trying something different.

At her question, his eyes sparkled, and his maw offered her crooked smile a wide grin momentarily. Turning back to the deer with all the movements of a predator, he thought the best way to bring one down. If it was just him, he'd do it a bit differently. But acutely aware of the woman beside him, his eyes took the deer in once more, his ear flicking back to catch any words she might say. The wind was at their backs, making it easier for them to do unnoticeable to their prey.

Gesturing with his head towards the trees near the buck, he spoke low, yet an eagerness edged his voice. He loved hunting. It was one of the things that he enjoyed most. Besides sleeping, taking risks and wandering. Sneak around through the trees and herd him this way. I can bring him down when he gets close enough. I think it'll be an easy kill. 'Unless something goes wrong', his common sense warned him, but he shook his head inwardly. It was a simple, straightforward plan. It would be fine.

Giving her a half smile, adrenaline started running through him, the thought of a kill putting a feeling of freedom in him. His eyes turned to the deer again, his voice with a predatory edge to it, thinking outloud. The wind is good for us. They can't smell us...yet. If you could sneak over there and it not smell you until you're right on it, you could easily herd him this way. Should be no problem. Glancing at her, his tail swished slowly a couple of times, the grin growing. Don't worry about him escaping. We'll feed the pack today, no problem. What do you think? He had almost not asked her, not used to having to ask, but ordering her to do something rubbed him the wrong way. There was something about her he couldn't put his paw on it.