pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt

They nodded, and Mordecai himself gave a final nod. There were no second thoughts, no half-measures left. Turning his gaze away from the pair, he surveyed the landscape before them with interest, and then set off. If they had come in at the right point, then he hoped that the deer would lie directly ahead of them. If they hadn't, well, that was simply just an adjustment that they'd have to make on the fly.

As he slid quietly through the underbrush, Mordecai gestured for them to begin fanning out. Easily they could come up to cup the tiny pocket of the deer, and hopefully catch them unaware as they rested. He still worried about the does that were lying in wait though, no doubt certain that they had heard his low call. But it wasn't the first call they'd hear tonight, though it was questionable as to whether or not it would be their last.