The Heartwood Slowly tears you apart

When the other man came to a halt, Kigipigak did as well. He did not yet see the buck; in fact, he had lost sight of the dusky Solharr in the process—and only after the man huffed did Kigipigak take note of his position. He glanced up in time to see the hunter motion with the slightest movement towards the shape of the buck. The creature was tall and strong, no doubt having enjoyed a bountiful season as it bulked up for the winter. As Kigipigak watched the buck lifted its head and brandished its crown. It had not noticed the wolves yet.

One of the creature's ears twitched, and Solharr's questioning gaze lingered upon Kigipigak. The northman carefully squared himself to the buck's position so that he could give chase if the need arose; his teeth flashing briefly in preparation, and then he awaited the movement of Solharr to start them off. If they did this quickly enough the buck would be surprised and perhaps it would lose its ability to run cleanly through the forest. Neither of the wolves knew the Heartwood as well as their prey, so surprise became their biggest asset.