Rising Sun Valley Eccentric orbit

There's a rustle behind him. Deimos' velvet lobes pull back and he turns around, met in the jade sights of a soft furred female wolf he had not heard up until now. He's taken by surprise that she was so close and he hadn't managed to detect her. He must have been so distracted by his hunger he hadn't paid attention to his surroundings enough.

She's seen his target, and she quips that his chances would be slim. Deimos smiles grimly, accepting the challenge with poise he doesn't necessarily feel. "Maybe I'll eat her first." He jests, but his tone is just serious enough that Keyni would know he's heavily considering it. Beggars can't be choosers, and a hungry wolf can't turn his nose up to an easy meal when the pickings are slim.

He gives Keyni a brief glance and is off. The banks are steep but the reeds conceal his presence. Traveling down stream, Deimos found a spot where the stream bends back, and crosses there. Now on the opposite bank, he creeps forward with mincing steps towards his hopeful lunch.