Silver Moraine The Paths Others Have Trod

Redd was patient as he backtracked and searched, trusting still that his efforts would pay off.  Occasionally she would test the trail too, confirming if he seemed to seek it.  There was little delay before a herd was before them.

It was too bad the winter hadn’t given way to spring.  She might have lured him home if so, provided he had no mate to look to already.  As it was she had little to offer to entice him, and no awareness on how to leverage the little she did have.  Perhaps, in the spring, they would meet once more.

With that notion easily (and methodically) dismissed, Redd slunk forward at his flank.  She kept her ears and shoulders low as she observed them, casting her muzzle up to fetch what she could by scent.  No obvious illness, nor signs of blood yet.  The wind was with them.  They were in no danger of discovery lest they make noise, so had time to watch with patience.  With only two they needed a surer kill.