Dawnlark Plains Hungry, hungry

Each step crunched loudly - too loudly - on the frost-bitten ground as Randolf located the zigzag path taken by the rest of the herd. He could only pray the doe was distracted and that Sivaak would move quickly, otherwise their quarry was soon to startle again. 

Settling into a steady trot, his ears swivelled to catch any sign that the white woman had launched her attack and it was then that he finally spotted them through the trees. A thin belt of pines provided cover as he scanned the remaining deer, happily nibbling now the perceived threat had passed. Shrugging, he turned his attention back to Sivaak's domain and settled into a stiff crouch.

He could leave now and she would be none the wiser, but Randolf had a feeling her hunt did not stop at just the deer. Hunger clawed at his belly.

The ball was in her court now.