Blacktail Deer Plateau somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

Eleuthera was quick to talk tactics, which was an entirely new world to young Umi. The cat, of course, strategized well, but only ever on her own. She had never needed to worry about the coordination and timing of another hunter with her. Still, she was a smart cookie at least when it came to taking down game. She was pleased that her new friend was so ready and willing to come up with a plan on her own.

Umi nodded over and over as the plan was revealed. Often, she attacked from trees, but in this case she likely only needed tall grass and sure footing to make sure the plan went smoothly. Most hunts ended in failure for most predators, but even if they didn't succeed, it would be a story certainly worth telling. Perhaps one day she could tell her cubs of the time she hunted alongside a canine. If you can get it close enough to me, that should be enough, she agreed. By close, she meant very close. For though she was a lioness, she was no African lion and was not built for running for long after prey. The ambush and positioning were everything.

Wow, impressive! She said. Cats, like their canid counterparts, had excellent senses of smell. Umi's however was poorly tuned for long distance tracking. She relied more on knowing territories well and taking advantage of areas she knew prey was likely to travel. Having no room range currently, that made her lucky indeed to have a wolf on her side.

The gesture was all that was needed for Umi, and she quickly began moving toward the thicket, stopping after only a few yards and creeping into a very slow stalk, sleuthing for sounds that might tell her a better idea of positioning. I will follow you until you think are close enough, she whispered. They would need a flanking maneuver in order for Eleuthera to drive a deer toward the cougar, but she was too inexperienced to know at what distance that would work or how they would decide what the ambush spot would be.