Blackfeather Woods We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity

He crouched low beside Ramsay; having been thinking about their differences the past few moments, Mou was struck by how stunted he seemed at this close angle. He didn't stare - knowing how such behavior irked him in the past - and refocused on the target. The doe was still grazing. The fawn close to her flank, and lingering there while Ramsay gave a run-down of the plan.

Mou understood what the goal was and knew what he had to do, so he nodded and branched away from them. If he got in the right position then he could separate them while simultaneously driving the fawn in to his companions' waiting teeth. It seemed easy enough.

As Mou settled in to position (stalking around the forest, keeping the mother and fawn within view), he didn't linger long - and burst forth, running with more finesse than he had ever shown previous; the earth barely stirred with his ghostly strides, and as he neared the little family he thought he was in the clear. His plan was to snap at them both, spark panic, and then distract the mother while the fawn tried to escape in to the waiting wolves.