It was fortunate he nodded, because she would have given up hope in herself too if she'd thought the wounded deer was obvious to him as well, but apparently her first reaction had been good enough, and neither of them had spotted the doe's injury - of course, it wasn't really possible to see until she'd moved. So they had a target, now. She wasn't exactly sure what to do next. Shamefully, the wolf had never hunted such large prey with bare tooth before. She always found it so much simpler and quicker to kill them from a distance using her prehensile skills to throw or fire missiles. She'd never had the luxury of a pack hunt to show her what to do. In some respects, Caprica was a very naive young woman. And some things she had lost from her memory, so it was as if she'd never done them. Others seemed as if they had only happened in dreams. Hers was a simple and cheerful exterior built upon confusion and darkness, but a genuine heart. It was beating now as she watched Shandom slip away, and kept low, eyes sharing time between the milk-white male and their browsing prey. As if sensing his stillness, her eyes turned back his way just as his swivelled to meet hers and she felt that electric jolt again. They were as one, now, joined by their maneuver and their goal. It warmed her heart to meet this older, much more experienced wolf on his own level, as an equal. Or, almost. She doubted she had his speed and agility, though perhaps her bear-like strength would suffice to drag the deer down efficiently if she could get hold of it. Her weight shifted fluidly, she could barely hold still at all now. She was eager for the charge, her tongue yearning for the bloody tang of meat. She'd forgotten how much more this form loved to move, perhaps even keened to run. Still crouching low, she stalked forwards a few feet, a black lioness with coiled muscles quivering with anticipation. Surely the countdown to the moment had begun now? The doe was grazing steadily forwards; if there had been an invisible wire between Caprica and Shandom's locked gaze, she was ready to trip it. If there was a way to figure out which direction the deer would run in when startled, Caprica didn't know it. She supposed one of them should go first, and chase it towards the other, but they could not make such a decision soundlessly at a distance. Figuring his stillness meant he was ready, she made up her mind. She burst from her cover at a gallop, huge black paws splaying snow every which way. The deer all jumped frantically in different directions, and the injured one was slower than the rest, but not slow enough for Caprica to catch. She twisted, trying to herd her towards Shandom, but the deer had about-faced and seemed to be trying to catch up with the rest of the herd. Caprica quickly changed tack and blocked its path, keeping it from reuniting with the others, but it turned to dash off in a wide arc and regain them anyway and she had to leap from side to side in order to prevent it getting past. She could surely only keep this up for a few moments before the creature managed to slip by.
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