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Cwmfen fell back behind the male as he began to lead. She caught a brief flash of those yellow eyes as he pulled forward, seeing now that they were clear. A quiet excitement jumped through her. And so she followed in silence, watching the male as he moved with that instinctual speed and skill. As he made frequent stops to scent the air and change direction, the warrior followed suit. Occasionally, the woad bound ears pricked forward as if listening for something that never came. At times she would bring herself to walk nearer, her shoulder aligned with his hip, but the forest often pushed her back so that she followed the scent of the male with her nose nearly touching his tail. Her own gait was silent and graceful, and it was impressed upon her that this male had his own silence and grace. The white orbs watched the creature before her, assessing him now for his physical attributes. She saw only a male wolf moving naturally with the power unique to wolves, utilizing its own life and the life about it in such a natural way as to invoke her own intrigue.
When it stopped, the female immediately pulled up to stand along side him. Her movements slowed significantly, though they did not lose their control. The white orbs picked through their surroundings to find their target: four deer. For a moment, she wondered whether they should take the fawn, for she was unsure as to whether this male liked the flesh of the young for its uniqueness or for its psychological value. Betting on the latter, she chose one of the adults. The buck could have been a good choice, for there was a chance that he would stand his ground to defend the small herd. Of course, the doe provided an equally good chance, but it was more likely to leave behind its child. At last, she decided upon the doe, for she believed that it would be the easiest to provoke into running. Glancing momentarily at Brennt, the female pulled away, circling about with the cover of the trees and the silence of her paws, the white orbs intently upon that target. She would have to be careful of her hooves, but also of the hooves of the males should they decide not to run.
Briefly, as she took up a place opposite the male wolf, she thought briefly of her first hunt with Slay. It had been executed in a similar fashion. She had been the one to pursue the deer as well, but such a thing never troubled her; while she had never made a deer kill, she knew of the importance of her own minor role. She had also decided to help the wolf in this hunt, and so she would give him the kill. She had the rest of her life to be able to experience what she had not already. With these thoughts in mind, the female thrust herself from the cover of the thicket, her paws and movements like quicksilver as they cut a path through the air. Her strides were wide and easy, and they carried her with a celerity that closed the distance with surprising speed. The doe, however, was made to flee, and she did just that. The woad bound jaws snapped audibly upon the empty air as she provoked the animal. There were several times when the doe changed directions, but the female’s agility was of an equal caliber, and she did not lose her hold upon the deer. And the doe was faster, but her job was not to kill it, her job was to make it tired, to run it into the jaws of the grey male Brennt.
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Cwmfen fell back behind the male as he began to lead. She caught a brief flash of those yellow eyes as he pulled forward, seeing now that they were clear. A quiet excitement jumped through her. And so she followed in silence, watching the male as he moved with that instinctual speed and skill. As he made frequent stops to scent the air and change direction, the warrior followed suit. Occasionally, the woad bound ears pricked forward as if listening for something that never came. At times she would bring herself to walk nearer, her shoulder aligned with his hip, but the forest often pushed her back so that she followed the scent of the male with her nose nearly touching his tail. Her own gait was silent and graceful, and it was impressed upon her that this male had his own silence and grace. The white orbs watched the creature before her, assessing him now for his physical attributes. She saw only a male wolf moving naturally with the power unique to wolves, utilizing its own life and the life about it in such a natural way as to invoke her own intrigue.
When it stopped, the female immediately pulled up to stand along side him. Her movements slowed significantly, though they did not lose their control. The white orbs picked through their surroundings to find their target: four deer. For a moment, she wondered whether they should take the fawn, for she was unsure as to whether this male liked the flesh of the young for its uniqueness or for its psychological value. Betting on the latter, she chose one of the adults. The buck could have been a good choice, for there was a chance that he would stand his ground to defend the small herd. Of course, the doe provided an equally good chance, but it was more likely to leave behind its child. At last, she decided upon the doe, for she believed that it would be the easiest to provoke into running. Glancing momentarily at Brennt, the female pulled away, circling about with the cover of the trees and the silence of her paws, the white orbs intently upon that target. She would have to be careful of her hooves, but also of the hooves of the males should they decide not to run.
Briefly, as she took up a place opposite the male wolf, she thought briefly of her first hunt with Slay. It had been executed in a similar fashion. She had been the one to pursue the deer as well, but such a thing never troubled her; while she had never made a deer kill, she knew of the importance of her own minor role. She had also decided to help the wolf in this hunt, and so she would give him the kill. She had the rest of her life to be able to experience what she had not already. With these thoughts in mind, the female thrust herself from the cover of the thicket, her paws and movements like quicksilver as they cut a path through the air. Her strides were wide and easy, and they carried her with a celerity that closed the distance with surprising speed. The doe, however, was made to flee, and she did just that. The woad bound jaws snapped audibly upon the empty air as she provoked the animal. There were several times when the doe changed directions, but the female’s agility was of an equal caliber, and she did not lose her hold upon the deer. And the doe was faster, but her job was not to kill it, her job was to make it tired, to run it into the jaws of the grey male Brennt.