Honeyed Pasture Antlers and Hooves

Heph could not help the slightly surprised but pleased smile at the offer. While she knew that she too would most likely have to prove herself to the pack it was still an introduction that she did not think was made lightly. "If only I were the settling type, though I'm afraid my skills were never quite enough for my old pack." There was no bitterness in her voice, it was warm and genuine despite the joke at her own expense although she could not help remembering the frustration of her siblings at her lack of dedication to their chosen craft. The she-wolf had always considered herself a fair hunter and fighter, but she had not spent every minute of the day practicing such skills.

Heph noted what Rodyn had pointed out with a nod of her head. She would agree with him that the doe knew it was hurting and would only be more desperate ready to fight rather than flee. While Heph knew enough to wash a wound she would hardly know how to treat anything the caribou could dish out. Nodding her head she agreed "If we come from opposite sides of the valley, one focused on baiting it the other could aim for one of its good legs. Then an attack from behind or wherever we can manage to weigh her down." She glanced over to Rodyn to hear his thoughts on the matter.

She thought it a fair interpretation of the plan, but it would require one of them to play bait and would require both of them to be separated on the initial approach. But she had seen both of their reflexes and thought if they were focused they had a good chance of avoiding the most serious injuries.