Golden Glade Restless

I rolled a 9/10 for this post, so I'm gonna call it a success on Phox's end!

She asked (in a single word) if he had a plan. Or what his plan was. Either way, he shrugged. He rarely planned these things out too much, preferring to let instinct take over, but he gestured her to the right. Wait here, and I'll try and herd it toward you. That would give Wraen the opportunity to land the final blow, and hopefully it would succeed.

Stalking their prey, he managed to find a moment when the sickly looking deer separated from the herd, and he took that opportunity to swoop in silent and low to the ground, despite his size. By the time the herd noticed him, he was between their target and the rest of the herd. Scattering like cats from water, the one he'd had his eye on was running straight for the spot where he'd left Wraen. Now it was her turn to shine.