Wapun Meadow good, honest work

"you got it, boss." dolce nods, before he's breaking off to take his position. shielding himself behind thicket and branches that hang low, a halfhearted attempt to hide himself. the deer wouldn't see him before it's too late, not with the tunnel vision it'd get in it's panicked state of flight. 

patience is a virtue, one he's begun to grasp. and so he stands still and waits, watching cole make his approach. steeling himself for the moment he will leap and make the mark.