Blackfoot Forest The greatest adventure is there if you're bold

Since he didn't have eyes in the back of his head, he wasn't aware they'd been spotted.  So as she started to back away, Mal thought she finally came to her senses, snorting, That's what I thought.  He turned back around to go find a spot to sit closer to the deer, but apparently he'd done so a little too quickly for the wounded deer's nerves.  He'd only been following this thing how long, after all?  Long enough to make it a little paranoid.  It awkwardly bounded away, maybe two gazelle-like leaps before it unevenly hobbled off as fast as it could.

He gawked, jaw agape before a moment passed and with an anguished, Aaaugh, he realized he was gonna actually have to try to keep up with it for a while rather than just leisurely stroll along after it.  Dismissing the other wolf's existence entirely (he had more important things to do, and assumed she wouldn't be following), he started trotting off to where the deer had just stood to pick up its scent.  The great thing about being a lone was that he could follow that deer wherever it went.  The great thing about that particular deer was that by being injured, it was way easier to track than most others -- it left a pretty obvious scent trail.  As long as it didn't wander into someone's territory, at least.  As long as he was able to find the odd snack along the way, he was going to keep following that deer until it fell down and died.