Neverwinter Forest bound for tennessee

rökkur pulled back from the deer, taking a second, two to breath before he would throw himself back forwards, pushing his muscles, scars rippling beneath his pelt. paws landed, thudding underfoot as he rounded himself, moving to be in front of their target. she was wounded, now. limping. all it would take is for her to trip, and she would stay down.

when he was in front of her, she reared upwards, hooves threatening to strike him, but when they did not, she cried out and turned, galloping back towards the heart of the neverwinter. all it would take was a branch. an uprisen root. something for her to tumble over. he continued after her, now. carefully managing her course should she try to stray left or right. He was herding her with a clear precision.

the shadow was careful with his pace. he did not wish to over-exert himself, now, and with the injury that the doe had, they could continue after her at a sort of trot-gallop. as long as their eyes remained on the ungulate, they would be fine. trees grew thick, now, and as the deer ran, she had to weave through the trees. any moment now. she would soon find herself stumbling, and then the hunters would strike.

he looked over to catamaran. a firm nod that let him know that the hunt may nearly be over. a praise, too: a wordless 'well done'. then he focused forwards once more.