Two Rivers Isle the art of survival

Zsuzsa stood in wait, intently watching the herd from afar. Noting the same tender limb of one of the females the daffodil-eyed male saw, the Mackenzie deemed that deer her chosen target. The stag had an impressive stack of antlers upon his crown, but Zsuzsa felt confident about this opportunity with the Kingslend wolf in support. She knew he was watching, calculating the stag’s moves just as much.
 
Slinking off so she could get a better side angle, Zsuzsa would ambush from the right of the herd. It was an open of window opportunity when the stag was body blocking the opposite side of the deer. Any complications, she knew the silver shoaled Kingslend member would offer reinforcement. That was when she thrust herself and bolted forth from the foliage.
 
Ears flattened against her skull, she rushed the herd, her eyes locked on the wounded. The other female dashed away, while this stag stayed to put its crown to the test. If the other male could intercept or perhaps spook the stag, it would think twice about impaling the Saint. It was a risky move she did to hurl yourself into the bramble of antlers, but times were desperate, and sometimes high risks yielded high rewards.