Ravensblood Forest walking with giants

The trees enveloped their target like a fish caught in a net, the shadows of the forest broken by a patch of sunlight that filtered down from above. It did well to hide the hunters, their dark pelts blending easily into the murk of the treeline. 

Nox followed Mictec's gaze to a fallen log, a great giant that towered well above him even on its sideways deathbed. A glimmer of mutual understanding cumulated in a brisk nod. If they could herd the doe towards the fallen tree, she would have no choice but to turn around or risk climbing over it.

A final wave of his tail signalled his decision and the phantom melted into the darkness leaving Mictec behind. They'd have a greater chance overpowering her with the woman's brawn at their helm. 

Slinking a half-circle, he paused to assess the doe's position. She had turned her attention to the grass, head bowed to nibble the frozen shoots. Distracted. A cacophony of noise marked the beginning of their attack, as Nox erupted from the trees with a snarl, neck outstretched to nip at her heels.