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luckily, the young man was with him, and they crouched together, staring at the deer. maybe a smaller one? not a bad choice, adi said softly, giving the other a nod. his hawkish gaze returned to the herd. all the good hunters in my life have taught me to look for the weak link. the one that looks hurt, or too old to carry on.

he dipped his nose toward an older doe, sans baby. perhaps she was too old for children or had weathered complications while birthing. either way, her stiff gait and white around her muzzle suggested that time was running out for her—and that it was her moment to give back to the earth.

what about that one? he asked, waiting for the boy's input before making any decisions. do you think she looks frail enough to take down without much of a fuss?