Ocean's Breath Plateau cycle

Heph waited until Iiana was crouched beside her, smiling before turning her attention back to the herd. None had obvious injuries, although they were fairly still, grazing in the afternoon light. While it was the season for young they might have been laying the grass. She spotted a doe that looked hard-done by the winter, still regaining her weight from the season. While she was not injured starvation would take its toll. There was another hind that she thought might be holding its leg oddly, but it could just be resting that way. Nodding towards them, pointing her muzzle in that direction her words were a whisper. "Those two look like they might be promising. How do you feel about creeping as far forward as possible and getting the herd to move before picking our target? First one to call it takes point on the kill?" Between the two of them she trusted that they could spot the best of the herd, or perhaps the weakest. Spooking the herd might also reveal any injuries she had not seen or fawns that she could not see from her vantage point in the grass.