Great Bear Wilderness Fading Echos

I'm going to go ahead and speed this along so they don't spend the next few posts looking for a good elk to hunt.

He watched to see where his subordinates stalked, so he could fill the gaps they made. They must be certain to watch ever corner of the herd. Though the weak may be hidden in the center of the herd, where they could be protected by the strong. Especially the bull. If worst comes to worst someone would have to distract the male.

The ice-blue eyes of the assassin scanned the ungulates critically. A favored leg, dried blood on a flank, weak gait. Anything! The dark-brown wolf stifled an annoyed growl. They had to find a weak one, or just simply go for one of the females.

It took a while of weighing the odds, but he saw something. An old female was striding to a clump of grass to nibble, with a slightly awkward and heavy walk. An old injury playing up again? The assassin scanned, looking for any sign of his packmates. In the foliage he could see a flash of white fur. He walked swift and silent to the yearling, keeping his eyes trained on the injured cow all the while.