Otatso Wetlands eight

LONLON

His ears followed the female's movement, and eventually, the ivory beast walked after her in a cautious manner. The deer had spotted her and continued their slow movements, slowly drifting in the way of the icy wetlands. Although they weren't startled yet, both wolves needed some sort of way to get them to start running.

Dovev stopped only to glaze over the herd. There was about twenty, and it was necessary to split off a chunk of them to single out a target. He trotted past the ebony wolf, farther down. The deer were beginning to shy away as he approached, although their brazenness was an obvious test to see how far the wolf would come before striking out. He was wary of their hooves, but if hunting wasn't such a risk, they'd all be fat and happy. As he edged closer, the string of deer began to thin and separate, with him in the middle.