King Elk Forest Like a Gilded Idol

With a swift nod, Bronco moved, keeping his posture low as he crept from their current position and toward the hedge, pausing whenever he felt a dark eye glanced in his direction. He didn't want to stir the elk, not now- they were still too far away. It would be a shame to miss out on a hunt...And he looked forward to potentially bringing a good chunk of the meat back to the Copse with him when the hunt was over. Of course- the spoils would be split between the two of them, should they succeed- but Bronco's share wasn't his alone. It would serve to feed his family as well. 

Fortune seemed to be on their side, as he reached the hedge quietly, and lay in wait for a moent along with his companion. He spared a glance for the male for only a moment, wherein he nodded. Game on. 

He crouched and prepared himself, before he rounded the hedge and darted toward the hers, still doing his best to keep his frame low and took small dips and obstacles in stride as he zipped toward the herd, which spooked, and began to move. He found himself among them in a few strides, but had to accelerate in order to reach the one yearling they had deemed their best chance. And so, once he was at its flank, he began to close in, snapping at its ankles and growling, terrifying the cresture and forcing it to betray its herd instincts and swerve away from the its herd so as to avoid the wolf hot on its heels.