Blacktail Deer Plateau Last Resort [IC Joining]

Seconds slipped by as a moment had come and gone by their fruitless interaction. In ignorant hope that honesty would have afforded her the prey, it served only solidify the state of her empty belly. It churned in anger eliciting a silent wince from the like-tongued female. Her show of disappointment was told by an audible sigh through flared nostrils, dismissing both his scent and that of what had once been her quarry. “…disappointing…” Carefully shifting forward with a cant of her head, she proceeded around ginger steps around the dark male. She spared neither an ill or concerning remark, nor did she try for a final time to make her benign intentions known. She simply did as instructed and turned from the border, placing her muzzle in vain to the ground in hopes for another scent to follow. Luck was cruel female indeed.