Ooc.
The group of wolves stopped at an area where the smell of elk was strong and lingering. Moonfyre’s mouth salivated, and he stood tall listening to the directions. Nayati nodded towards him to begin the hunt. He nodded, and with pride prowled in the direction to go around the herd. His scent would still be downwind no matter what area he was in. The elk were facing the area where the wind was blowing at them.
His muscles rippled through his midnight fur as he crouched low to the ground. He silently prowled trough the tall grasses around the meadow. He would not be seen. He made no noise and so he would not be heard either. He crawled toward the other side of the elk still hidden so they wouldn’t see him. This was the ideal spot he would chase them. If they ran straight they would be running toward Nayati and the others. Moonfyre took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. You got this. Then he burst out of the grasses and ran straight toward the elk. It was almost like a delayed reaction because he was almost there before they began running. When they ran, though, they were fast and easily lost him in their dust.
Moonfyre pushed himself herded and caught up with the elk. The stronger elk were leading the pack and were the faster ones, but he wasn’t looking at them. The normal average elk were in the middle, and still too strong to take down. Then there were the stragglers. The stragglers were the sick and weak elk that were slow and couldn’t catch up with the rest of the herd. There were three of them running together, and Moonfyre easily broke them away from the frantic herd. Now they were running toward Nayati with him biting at their heels.
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