Gyrfalcon's Keep When Facing the Wind got Wicked

She'd sneak around the deer, leaving Tahoe to face the deer head-on. With a gentle flick of her tail, she'd begin to stalk toward the herbivore. Her paws were light, her steps focused... if not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, she was still. Every time the deer looked up, she'd pause. Every time the deer looked down, she roamed closer.

Finally, she was around it. Her blues focused on Tahoe, giving a nod from her spot. She waited for him to herd the creature to her, so she could fall upon it with surprise. Kill it quickly. She didn't want it to suffer for her sake, but she needed to eat. Tahoe's people needed to eat. If she was religious, she would send a prayer.

But all she did was hope.