Hideaway Strath That's All Right, I Love The Way It Hurts

Kynareth’s all kinds of confused when he watches Derg dart for the wrong deer. Albeit this sudden change of target looks a bit more frail than the last. Though his brows do furrow and a light twinge of anger shoots down his spine at the abrupt change of plans. It’s not like the herd was going anywhere, so Donovan doesn’t understand why Derg had the sudden urge to jump into the fray with a plan completely different from the one he just agreed to carry out. That how people die — not following plans.

So as Derg goes, Hemlock follows. Donovan gives a quick look of Well it’s too late now to Nyra with an obvious expression of dismay and light anger. He’s going to try and catch up to the orhers, surely Nyra will follow suit.

“So, fuck the plans we just made, Derg?” Donovan spits to his counterpart with obvious irritation and a huff of breath. “Would’ve been little to no effort to pipe up the idea of a new target.” 

With whatever Derg’s response will be Kynareth would merge into the deers lane and snap at its muddy hock. Then suddenly a loud whimper and the stumbling form of Hemlock slipping beneath them and being deposited a few meters behind. Hemlock is quick and agile, he can catch up. Even though he gives a concerned look back towards the hellhound. They can’t risk letting her get away.