Sky Mesa on the wing

And listen he would. Kemal always listened, always followed.

Following behind at a respectable distance, he focused on the hunt. Catching one of these things would be no easy feat, but when he saw the doe and caught the gaze of his partner, he was quick to recognise the intended plan.

Moving away from the dark-coated woman, he looked to postion himself far enough to predict where the pronghorn would try to run, but close enough to be there when it did. He thought that this one must be young, for the rest of the herd knew to stick close together at the sight of predators - but the doe? She was enveloped in her meal it seemed, believing that the herd in it's mass would protect her.

Kemal knew better. Even in numbers, there was no guarantee of safety.