Totoka River risan

Her hunting partner scented the tracks she'd found, then apologized with a sheepish grin. "No need to apologize," she told him softly, a corner of her mouth lifting slightly in a small half-smile. She examined the tracks again, then took off at a gentle lope until she found the deer.

Two, grazing with heads bent down. They smelled young, and healthy. Both good targets. "The one on the left," she murmured, ears falling back as she began to edge closer. "Can you circle around, chase it to me?" She could lie in wait, hidden in the tall grass.