Blacktail Deer Plateau the witching hour

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It was only moments before Lasher proved to have been a good partner for Finley to hunt beside. She had a keen nose, and ears that missed very little (it was often her brain that didn't pay attention), but her eyes were not as sharp as they could have been compared to many of those who shared her species. What she lacked, the umber swathed male apparently excelled in, for it was his eyes that snatched the first sign of their prey.

Fin dropped down barely a second after Lasher, pushing her sight to the limit as it swept across to try and make out what it was her companion had already seen. Perhaps it was the shortcomings of her sight, or the "midget sheep" had quit moving, but it seemed Lasher was the only one to be able to pinpoint their presence in the distance fields. Fin gave him a mischievious grin and motioned with her muzzle, urging him to lead the way while she followed. She'd catch hold with her own senses eventually, but for now, she was perfectly content to let her new friend take the reigns.

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