If Ciervo had known that in the vast and barren lands of the Teekon Wilds there was another sharing his lastname he would've thrown everything down the window and shipped himself to wherever they were. Though he was oblivious of the enormous spiderweb of relatives he had running around, and he was rather picky when choosing who to share his company with he was certain that family was better than no family. An argument that Saena might've disagreed with.
Soon, Ciervo's body fell into the same position the young Virtute Blacktail had slipped to, his rust tipped ears swiveling restlessly as they admired the creature in front of them. While it didn't seem injured or handicapped in anyway other than its chipped horn, Ciervo figured that now that he was no longer alone they might have a chance -- that if they played their cards right.
It was then that his honed hunting instincts came in.
With his pink tongue lashing over his nose and his eyes scrutinizing every movement made by the goat. "We're downwind so we've got it easy -- follow me and don't screw it"he barked, twisting his maw into a mischevious smile before flicking his tail over his back, signalling that it was time to go.
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