Great Bear Wilderness pale touch

It was no time at all before they found their quarry—it was almost too good to be true. A lone doe rifling through the growth in the early morning fog; her body cut a familiar silhouette of grace. She was a tranquil thing, meek and mild, and unaware of the duo lurking just outside her purview.

He caught his companion’s gaze and met it with a wan smile, shuffling closer.

“I wonder if we could slink about to either side of her and seize her that way,” he murmured thoughtfully. Pinch her with no options but to run further away from her herd or straight towards it if things went badly, but he wanted to believe they could be more than just hungry predators with appetites whetted on a chance.

His gaze went back to the doe then.

“If we could do that, we could guide her further away from her kin. No doubt there’s a stag about… don’t care to find out how sharp his antlers have gotten. What say you? Any other ideas?” He was open to suggestion, keen to chase and prey as much as he was to assess how well this wayfarer handled himself. Winter was coming, after all.