Like a duckling following its mother Juno trailed behind the Ostrega with her tail waving slowly like a leaf in the wind. Not only would their plan -- given they succeeded-- would give her a full stomach but also a pointer for future reference. Though hunting alone was naturally tougher, she had managed to hunt solo before. .
As they advanced,the man's body fell into a crouch which Juno mimicked with ease, the sound of the grazing herd in the distance made her stomach growl again in response. She swallowed saliva and whipped her tongue out of her muzzle in an attempt to quiet her belly until they even got there. It would be stupid, let alone embarrassing to lose a hunt because of your own belly growls.
While the 'master-mind' made his calculations, the russet daredevil slipped to his side, her ears perking instantly as he whispered some last minute instructions. She laid eyes on the old buck and the fawn with him, then with a silent gesture comfirmed she was ready to go.
He slid a couple of steps further and then without further notice leaped out into the air, his jaws closing and opening in a mechanic manner. She entered the scene in a less discreet manner -- if there was such possible thing. As she sprung for her hiding place, she began snarling wildly at the fawn, her teeth flashed with every movement the frightened animal made. And though it made the poor creature a little more hesitant, it managed to steer it down the opposite road in the end.
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