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It was a reasonable plan of action to take, and he gave affirmation by way of a nod.

Wordlessly from there on, Dirge left their decision point to swing around to the left of the doe. His steps were swift and near silent as he worked his way through the thicker clots of wilting grasses, his eyes constantly shifting between prey and the forged path ahead. Though he took his time there was a certain urgency of wanting to get into position, to watch and wait for whatever minute signal he would find his companion to make.

Which above all things, he imagined would be him beginning the first leg of their hunt with an explosion of teeth emerging from what surroundings the deer had not trampled down. Even then that was provided that the doe was not as keen as her predators lurking. He had sunk low, belly to the ground while coiled and poised to watch her graze. His breath stilled and slowed; could she sense them?

They would soon find out.