Cricket Creek Bog The world don't speak for us

Colt was loath to leave Niamh, but a hunt was a strong call, and he was definitely digging the opportunity to exploit his prowess and work out a little warm-blooded aggression.  So he joined them, ranging alongside Kiwi and cutting to the side when she ordered to places.  Kiwi was taking the other, and he flashed a quick wink at the sisters who were along as well before focusing back in.  

His position was the left flank, and he'd try to raise some hell to cut the majority of the herd off.  Hopefully they could manage it.