Blacktail Deer Plateau the witching hour

When finally the distance between the wolves and their prey closed enough that Finley was able to lock her eyes upon them, the silver mockingbird's heart was nearly pounding out of her chest with anticipation. Her gaze flickered to Lasher in the same instant he motioned to her, and she gave him a grin in response. With as much stealth as she could muster with her every nerve tingling, she crept along to opposite side to attack from two fronts.

Once she was in place, it only took a few more minutes of patience before the time came for them to break. The old ewe moved away from her charge to graze upon another patch of grass. Fin knew Lasher would see the opportunity just as she had, so she broke free and tore across the plains towards their quarry, no doubt in her mind that Lasher had done the same.

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