Sun Mote Copse again, a place to fall

Checking the direction of the wind, he soon begun towards the scent. ..As long as we stay down wind, we should be fine for a while. He responded. The fawn won't be difficult to take, but the doe will fight us on it. What sort of mother wouldn't? But he knew that she would run once her fawn was dead - there was nothing left for her to defend but her own life at that point.

..I'm not really all that good. He admitted. I've been on my own for a long while, so I had to learn. Maybe he just had a good nose, or a natural aptitude. How could he know? You can't be too bad at hunting though. She looked well fed, but for all he knew she could have somebody accompanying her.

He could see the ungulates now, far ahead grazing in some berry bushes.