Ouroboros Spine Dutiful Hunter

They both were in agreement. The plan would proceed as spoken.

Move a bit further down that way ... conceal your scent with the bark and shrubs, With her nose pointed towards the collection of topiary a bit a ways downward, Nasamik gestured there. Once they are spooked, we will not know which direction they will run. You will have the advantage that way, so whichever direction is chosen, you will be able to cut them off from the front or flank, rather one over the other. It wasn't her intention to step on any tails by tossing out tiny commands, but like any other would, she wanted to see this hunt a success.

It was up to him whether he listened to her suggestions or not, but she would not delay the hunt while waiting to see.

Before given the chance to speak, the hunter's small frame whisked away, moving quietly through the grass. It wasn't overly tall, but enough to give her some amount of leverage towards surprising the herd.

Once as close as she could possibly get, Nasamik locked eyes upon the injured doe and then quickly surged forward, snapping her teeth to drive it off towards the trees in a scare. Her feet moved in a fast, steady pace, keeping herself from distancing too far from the elk. With each stride, she snapped her teeth again and again to keep it moving. Occasionally, when she got close enough, her fangs even met flesh; but it wasn't yet enough to make an impact.

On and on she pushed the two, hoping to soon reach her partner hunter's trap.