Whitefish River But it wasn't for me.

She supposed that was right. There was no telling how long ago a track was made, 'less the mud was still sticky and gross or if fresh snow hadn't fallen over it yet. Together they were quite the team, for sure, but she wished to someday bring home a goat or fawn all by herself. She supposed she should be paying more attention to her surroundings instead of solely relying on her sense of smell.

She cocked her head slightly at his, ehm, let's call it technique. She lowered herself somewhat gracefully... Somehow she was more aware of how stupid it felt to be crouched right now. She was lucky to be small. No matter that, it was time to focus! With a serious and determined look on her face, the woman nodded at the instructions. She stalked away, going 'round the poor, unsuspecting deer in a wide circle - perhaps wider than it needed to be. It assured that she wouldn't be caught, yes, but it also meant she took a little longer than she wanted to.

Taking a deep breath, she prepared to herd the creature. She'd positioned herself so that between Hieronymous and her was only the deer. Her trot became a run and soon enough she was steering the creature straight ahead, nipping at its heels whenever it dared to veer off the path laid out for it. Its fate was sealed!