Tagging: @Kadence @Honi @Kove
Prey of Choice: Albus Deer (BFW White Deer).
Weather: Light snow.
Time of Day: Late-Afternoon.
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He had improved his tracking skills greatly, and now he was putting them to good use as he trailed the herd that drove them to the furthest eastern reaches of the dark forest. The White Deer. They weren't hard to spot because of their striking coloration, but they were still a bunch of sneaky beasts. We're close...
The pale hunter announced to his company, knowing for the scent that the prey was just down the next hill.
And there they were. A rather large herd of almost 12 adults and not so many young ones. The Northerner stopped at the top of the hill, hiding between the thick bushes. They're too many.
the man said after examining the situation. We need to drive a smaller group apart.
They needed to bring at least two bucks down, so their strategy and their moves needed to be precise, they couldn't just dart at it without any previous planning.