Moonspear no, we don't hide when it rains now

Njord, too, couldn’t help but feel concern for Meerkat. She could have reconvened by now but, instead, a call communicated her delay. The Father passed Seal an encouraging smile. “Ah’m sure ye Ma’am is alright,” he said. However, one ear flicked, troubled.

The troupe continued on and followed Alaric’s lead.

They settled into their positions as the pack assessed the herd. Even at a distance, Njord could trace Alaric’s gaze to to doe. Their target was set.

“See Alaric’s eyes? Follow ‘em,” he instructed Seal. “Our target… there…” Njord leaned forward to point out the deer with his nose. “Alaric’s chosen. She’s an older doe, slower than the rest. A good pick to cull,” the father explained. “With me, now.”

He led Seal ‘round the side of the herd and into position.

“Now, we wait for Alaric an’ Slaney tae make their moves.”