Great Bear Wilderness pale touch

Henryk too shoved off from their rendezvous spot and hunkered along the ground, giving the deer a wide berth as he passed it in a semi-circle to it's right. He moved slower than his comrade, waiting for him to get in position before he would follow suit moments after. At the same time and they risked her sensing their plan. Every time she paused from her grazing to look up- perhaps hearing a rustle from them here and there, he froze where he was and ceased his breath. Only to resume when she had bent her neck back down towards the ground.

But before he could get into position fully, her eyes shot up again. This time, directly onto his silhouette in the fog. The earthen man's blood ran frigid as he stood like a statue where he'd been moving prior, he knew she was staring right at his shape through the fog. Now every second was a gamble, one move could send her leaping in whatever direction she found fitting.

No time to further position himself. His eyes glanced towards his fellow, who was no doubt looking right at him waiting for the signal. It wasn't exactly how he wanted it, but that was part of being a hunter. Rolling with the punches.

He hoped it was quite obvious that he sought Dirge's attention in this fragile moment. He quite deliberately flicked both of his ears back, hoping that it would be a signal enough. The doe saw him, but it didn't seem to see the lighter of them. Dirge would have to spring first.