Two Rivers Isle the art of survival

With a voiceless motion from the daffodil-eyed male, the two were off to track. Neck hunched and head low to the ground, her snout hovered above the semi-most soil sniffing out the original herd she had pursued into the Isle. Keeping a steady stride, the Mackenzie may have taken the lead in the current moment to bring them to the source of the herd. Out of the peripheral of her silver gaze, she would keep watch of her hunting companion, noting any subtle movements or change in direction should he have an unspoken strategy to their stalking. Inclining to work more in unison than truly taking a sole lead, reading another’s body language and motions was a hunting skill Zsuzsa kept in her repertoire.
 
Eventually, the pair came upon the herd of the male and two female deer, alert but stealing away grazing amongst the foliage. Her pace slowed with her figure sinking down as stealthily as possible to the Earth, knowing that her sable coat could easily be detected. There was thick foliage in the area to which she slunk behind. Then, from afar concealing herself behind her cover. Steel gaze shifted over to her companion, observing his location and watching for any silent strategy or action he may want to execute.