Redsand Canyon Trader Joe's Snacksnop

Rodyn nodded and then with practiced ease as if he had been doing it for years, which technically he had. He moved into position. Body melding into almost perfect stance. Deep even breathing as he took a breath then another, then without another sound silent footfalls, he went towards the sound of antlers and scuffing.

Yellow eyes assessed. Studied. There was a large male, doe, older male. He circled and then struck, driving the older male from the herd. Keeping an eye on his back side. He goaded and retreated and then back again. The more fertile and healthy herd, rushing away, as the elder struck at him with antlers.

Deep snarls lifted from his chest.