Permafrost Hollows my shadow's shedding skin

Sorry for the wait!

He gave his instructions. Indra wasn't so far from them that she might miss it, and turned her attention sharply to absorb what was said. It didn't make sense to her that they would actually be hunting, but she still didn't know all that there was to learn about situations such as this. Perhaps they would fake it; perhaps Colt only waited for the woman's attention to be shifted and then things would change. So went her thinking, anyway.

She pulled her attention away and slipped in to an easy lope, which became a run, and she swept close to the doe. The old thing was briefly too distracted to notice Indra (or they didn't care about the rangy juvenile, in either case she could get quite close indeed). She saw her chance to harass the doe and went for it: snapping at the further shoulder enough to goad the doe in one direction.