King Elk Forest the sun goes down

Though scouring over the herd with a gaze full of hungry intent -- eager to spot the most vulnerable among them -- it was Neven who would zero in on their prey first, and direct his attention towards it. The behemoth started to crackle with a powerful, unseen energy, and he gave his hunting partner a stiff nod. Agreed.

With their current target, they could both make a charge and catch up to it without much of an issue. There was little need here for an ambush or stealth; the wolves needed only to create a great enough panic to separate the adults from their children.

Locked in firmly on their chosen prey, Piety began to barrel in towards the crowd of deer. A frightful snarl erupted from him, and the hoofed assemblage scattered as he snapped his jaws murderously after them, brandishing his teeth like cleavers. The wolf was almost immediately thrown off course, trying to avoid the awkward leap of one doe -- who soared over him and flew south from the terror -- and he whirled around in an attempt to regain his course. He was now less aware of Neven, but he knew she was there: surging for their quarry like a dark arrow that always aimed true.