Barrow Fields and drawing lines around my body to recall my place

Hunt roll here. Hunt will be Successful!

Donovan is satisfied by their answer. A determined smirk reveals itself and he already stalking off to peer over the shoulder of the hill they’re hidden behind. He begins creeping forward, eyes  on the prize. 

“Go to the left and get her eyes on you. I’ll flank her on the right.” He says softly, quietly. It’s not a harsh order, merely a suggestion.