Barrow Fields the oblong box

Lilia kept Avicus in the fringe of her vision's focus, though she kept her eyes trained on the animals ahead. She was ready to go as soon as the word was spoken, and pattered forth with her body held low so that she and the others might gain ground on the herd before pushing it into motion. A threshold was reached; and she saw the animals lift their heads and look in the direction of the oncoming danger. A short blast of breath came from one of them- the buck they had targeted, as a warning for the others. 

Too late, she thought, with a grin that spread as her pace accelerated. The herd parts, pierced by the threat they posed. Avicus made the first contact with the buck, and when it kicked out at the Wealda, Lilia was quick to move in, taking a slightly wider arch just as Avicus pressed herself closer to the deer. It would move away from her, and from Lilia as well, who moved in like a shepherding dog, targeting the deer's shoulder with her keen gaze. She knew by now that herd animals moved away from pressure- and she would keep that pressure applied.