Moonspear Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes

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They seemed in agreement, and both Antares and Atlas seemed comfortable with having Meerkat join with them in chasing the elk so long as she remained as a shadow. He caught the friendly wink Atlas gave her, and in his peripheral vision he did see how it made Meerkat brighten up a bit. He appreciated that Atlas was going the extra step to make Meerkat feel included, but that didn't stop him from giving Atlas a  'accidental' thump with his shoulder as a playful means of reminding him that Meerkat was his -kid- sister. Not that he felt Atlas unworthy- he was mostly just taking advantage of the situation so that he could tease Atlas a bit. 

He'd scouted the herd and had chosen an elk calf- though even an elk calf at bitrh was quite a meal. By this time in the year they were quite mobile, feisty, and definitely large enough to feed the three wolves. While he'd given Atlas a nudge before, he touched his nose to the male's shoulder in approval now, a way of showing appreciation and praise. He nodded, caught Antares' gaze for a moment, looked to make sure Meerkat wasn't drifting too far away from them on Cloud 9, and that they were ready to roll. 

He didn't feel obligated to say too much more- Antares looked prepared, so Bronco moved alongside him. They all knew that the first step was to get as close as possible, and then separate their chosen target from the rest of the herd. Given the fact that it was a calf might mean that the mother's maternal instincts could kick in over her fear, and they might potentially have an adult cow elk to deal with and chase off as well- but that could be sorted later down the road. They meandered forward, closing the gap quietly, until Bronco felt that one more step might give them away as their cover had finally run out. They were faced with open territory now, and the calf was close enough that he didn't feel they needed to wait any longer. 

He gave a swift nod of his head to the others, a quick look to Meerkat, and after crouching, he coiled his muscles, and bounded forward. 

The noble, dark heads of the herd lifted and scanned the area before their dark eyes locked onto Bronco and the others, giving them time to close the gap before the herd fanned out. A couple ran a few steps in the wrong direction- bolting simply out of instinct rather than noting where the danger was and then moving away from it, and in the confusion the elk calf was separated from its mother. Bronco, being the first to move forward, did not fixate on the calf, and instead set his attention on the herd itself, winging his tail in high circles to make himself seem larger so that the herd would continue move away from him- leaving his packmates the chance to slip in and slice the calf away from the herd, which he aimed to push further away from them.