Blacktail Deer Plateau From The Ashes

He stalked his prey with the effortlessly silent tread of a tiger. One paw in front of the other, he inched forward, his bright lightening eyes fastened upon the target, watching for any sign that she might be cognizant of his approach. Amid the fallen autumn foliage, it wasn't an easy task. Bushes still had noisy, crumpled leaves that clung to them, and the grasses had yellowed, making them crunch underfoot. He tried to move from one patch of bare ground to the next as he closed in, until he felt he'd gone as far as he could. 

The rest would have to be a chase, as sabotage was not possible. 

Thus, with a high-pitched war cry the boy began to amble forward at a bouncy gallop, before skidding to stop and dropping into a playbow, inviting Vaettir to play with a cheeky snap of his jaws.