Altar of Twilight Eyes that fire and sword have seen

Part of the problem was probably that Mal just didn't do quiet well.  It was too much effort being quiet while trying to hold a conversation, like who even does that!  He probably would have been one of the kids booted to the back of the classroom so they wouldn't be bothering the ones trying to actually learn.

Either way, Mal made some sort of sound that was probably an affirmative grunt.  Whatever. He could totally just scare things, that was something he knew he was good at -- catching them proved to be more problematic.  He slipped away into the grass.  His mottled coat might actually might be kind of useful for creeping along, not that he thought about it, he had the dappled light built right into his fur.

He gave the deer a wide berth because knowing his hideous luck, they'd flee way before he meant.  It meant it'd take a little longer for him to move, sure, but at least it wouldn't be messed up by him being stupid, right?  Either way, once he got to the far side, it took him a moment to find that deer that had been pointed out again.  It looked different from this side.  Uhh.  Kinda greyed a bit, right?  Hm.  Uh.  That one, right?  Not that he could really point.  But he was pretty sure that was the right deer, though someone else's fawn had wandered near it.

For a moment longer he paused, then dove forward towards his target.  Deer scattered every which way, but the core of the group headed directly away from the youth.  Hopefully towards his hunting companion but there were enough flailing around deer butts in the way that he couldn't spot him any more.