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Maybe you do the finally blow this time. Honestly, the young man was nervous that he might mess up the first hunt he had with the man and such, didn't want to take the risk. Best leave it to the professionals until he had more practice. 

Arrluk is quiet a moment again, as sea green (one flecked with blue) eyes studied the herd before he answered the next question. There was mother's with their children and pregnant mothers. Taking a child would be easy and would have been his choice if they hadn't any other. Yet Arrluk would look for the ill, aged or injured first. 

None particularly looked to be sick. None injured so pronouncely either. Yet there were a few with some limps, maybe twisted ankle or age making old bones ache. 

That one. He decided then, jutting his nose in the direction of an older doe. She had a limp on one of her limbs that carried a long scar up it. Survival from another predator attack so far as years back, yet otherwise seemingly healthy.