Two Rivers Isle the art of survival

it was easy to hunt with this saint. beneath the edge of her watchful silver gaze, germanicus attuned himself both to the wolfess and the quarry they followed. the two roamed in a tight union after the warm-blooded deer, and the soldier sent a silent prayer of gratitude that he should be led into the path of so skilled a stranger.

two females and a male. germanicus flicked his hushflower gaze over the three, noting that the second doe seemed to be favoring a leg. but the stag would move to protect her all the same. he shifted imperceptibly within the greenery, rolling a shoulder toward the antlered creature. he would place himself between the huntress and the tined weapons if she would speed their true prey off away from her fellows.