Silver Moraine The Paths Others Have Trod

He nodded at the assessment and considered. No better prey presented itself and he did not wish to see how long the wind would stay with them. Balancing his weight over his four paws he spoke, hushed. "We should get as close as we can then cut her from the herd. I'll stick to the left and you to the right." That would keep him between her and the herd should any of the bucks run to attack them, he trusted his instincts in a fight more than in the hunt if it came to that. He would wait to see her assent before beginning to creep forward.