Blacktail Deer Plateau somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

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Umi waited, watching in frustration as the herd was slowly moving away from the targeted area. The wolf and the cat were not in ideal positions at all, but the cougar watched still for signs of movement from where she had left her dark canine friend.

On paper it had seemed so basic and easy. The cat would be free to sit and wait while the wolf drove the herd to her. Easy, right? They hadn't been able to account for the movement and shifting of the herd during all this, nor Eleuthera's inability to spot Umi's camouflaged coat in the undergrowth. Nothing was going to plan.

The herd suddenly bolted. Umi was ready for this, but they were running in the wrong direction. A mother doe led the charge as they swiftly ran at a diagonal to her. She launched into action and ran at one of the young adults from an angle. Had she been an African lioness, she might have had a sister for backup on the other side of this charge. Alas, she did not. For a moment, it looked like there might be a moment where the cat's powerful legs would let her chase down the creature. This didn't last, and after mere seconds Umi was exhausted, panting open-mouthed.

Damn! She shouted between gasps for air, turning around to look at Eleuthera, who was standing unmoving. She wasn't sure what had gone wrong, but it didn't matter. She was used to failure during any hunt. She frolicked back toward the dark she-wolf and laughed breathily, snickering. Well it almost worked, she grinned, smiling rather foolishly at the fail.