The Heartwood I'm at One

Heph saw Dreven's gaze follow hers down to the herd and glance over lingering on the older buck the longest. She could see the appeal in the amount of meat he would provide for their caches - between the two of them the doe or the overlarge fawn would be the safest bet, but as he had pointed out safety was for wolves with lives not worth fighting for. Still, she had to wait to see how they would scatter. As Dreven readied she did not wait a moment longer than his own agreement and shifting of his bulk before crouching and shooting towards the herd.

She gave them only a moment to realize that she was on the outer edges of their grouping and shooting towards their midst before erupting into a sonorous howl tapering into a growl that gave them no doubt as to her intentions. Her maw open to let herself gasp in lungfuls of air she was already turning her attention towards the ones she had subconsciously marked, only paying attention to the rest enough to ensure there were no noticeable stragglers. It seemed the doe had more fight or perhaps more wisdom in her years than anticipated, and the fawn was a skittish thing that cut too far off from the rest of the herd and would have her completely abandoning any other chances. 


The buck though was too slow in lifting his head, his antlers weighing down his head as much a weapon as a burden and he lagged behind the fleeing figures. She bunched her hindquarters her muscles screaming as she forced them into a turn towards his direction unfurling herself in his direction and rushing to scare him away from any allies he might find.