Silver Moraine The Paths Others Have Trod

The pair ranged and he kept her in sight as she took her own note of the trail, but when they approached and she came up to flank him he crouched low to watch their movements. A second inhale of air through his nostrils confirmed her own findings, no scent of illness or enough blood to indicate injury. But the winter would be upon them soon and autumn was not fresh, he knew that weakness would likely have begun to set in so he watched.

"Far right corner?" He asked, voice hushed, after a short while. The small grouping of does were not fully split from the herd but a short distance and one appeared hard done by the autumn months, pelt hanging looser off her frame and tufted and dull even from a distance. Without seeing how she moved it would be difficult to tell if there were further injuries. But as long as the wind stayed with them they could lay in wait and observe the movements of the herd for prime quarry.