Broken Antler Fen tossed in a cell to feast with the fleas

Dirge's instruction was acknowledged with a nod and a gentle bump of her shoulder to his before peeling away so that she could see to her task. Split up, the two wolves would be stick out much less, able to take stock of the herd's size without drawing too much attention. This would be a boon to them, not looking to startle their prey, especially not when the herd was guarded by at least one bull.

No, two.

She spotted him as she slunk through the undergrowth, freezing when his ears twitched and head turned this way. Quickly, her eyes scanned the male's head, counting six or so points to the rack that crowned his head, body pressing low to the ground as she waited. What felt like an eternity was only moments, and soon enough, Keres was moving again, though she was careful to skirt the buck now.

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