OOC here!
Galileo followed on silently, a tiny bit irritated by the need for help, but there was no escaping the situation and he swallowed his pride and sauntered onwards. His secui form was nowhere near the size of Shaw's, to any other male this would have probably made the slightly uncomfortable. But Galileo didn't care, he had once defeated a male of his size before, though that had been a mix of sheer dumb luck and intelligance. And there was the fact that he held a higher rank, although neither of the facts mattered, it got Galileo though with a (albeit gritted) smile.
Shawchert brought him to where six does stood, Galileo sighed, pursing his lips and surveying them one by one. All of the does seemed fit enough, five were athletic looking and skinny. They'd put up too much of a chase and with the amount of fat on them it would be a lost cause. The sixth was plump, with shorter legs and a lot larger chance of becoming the male's dinner. 'The one on the far right. Healthy, large, slow enough for us to catch her'. He spopke calmly, his tail flicking happily behind him.
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