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He nodded in silent agreement, before uttering a murmured reply. I'd rather not be gored today, no... Timing will be of the essence. Too soon or in the wrong direction and she could spring towards home- or wherever a stag may be lurking. Our best bet is to send her in the direction we came from, we know that's clear. Not foolproof per se, but sensible he felt. If they could sneak ahead of her and drive her back towards the place they currently stood they ran less chance of being surprised by something. 

Their earthen pelts would each surely help them in blending into the autumnal grasses of the field, the fog would be on their side as well... So far, things looked favorable, but Henryk wouldn't catch himself being too cocky. 

If it's in agreement then... Let's move. I'll flank from the right, and signal when we strike.