Haunted Wood I want the glitter on me

Hunkering down to use what cover they had to her advantage, Tzila watched the herd intently, alert for Black Hat's cue. While Serem worked to divide the herd, she used what time remained to give young Clay some hunting tips. Turning to him, she forced the boy to meet her eyes. "I can see your inexperience." She said lowly. It was a statement. A fact. Not a way to demean him. But if he took it as such, then let him. 

She gestured him closer to come stand by her side with a tip of her muzzle. "Observe them. Closely. Not as a herd, but as individuals." Her eyes drifted away from Clay and onto the herd, falling on one animal after the next. "Examine how they move...in detail. Look for weakness or sniff it out. The rotten odor of an infected tooth...or how one leg may not quite extend fully. These are all subtle clues that will tell you which animal is weak." She spared a glance to the group where a doe had split off, snot flying from it's nose. Other signals were much easier to spot, in many cases. "Then...there's the obvious." She concluded, in the same quiet voice she had been using the whole time.