Uuugh, didn't notice I kinda broke posting order last round until now >__> sorry, aly :c Once everyone has posted, I'll roll le dice and post who will make the kill 
No complaints were voiced, so the organization was taken hand of. The male rarely hunted in groups larger than three individuals, and had his usual hunting partners in Salvia and Itachi, to name some. He hadn’t run with most of his siblings before, and he was accustomed to following rather than leading. He didn’t consider feeling nervous about it all, though, for that wasn’t his style. All the black beast would do was to focus on performing as well as he could. He also amused himself with the thought of the coyote male stepping wrong and fall to cripple himself or something, though that wasn’t too likely to happen.
Ataxia pushed at his brother’s buttons, but he pretended not to notice. Would she have behaved in that manner if she knew someone in particular would receive a form of punishment in the future? He didn’t care to guess, and instead picked up his pace as the party moved into position. Black nostrils flared with the scent of the unsuspecting food that soon would be within eyesight. The herbivore had possibly detected that something was off at this point though, for it seemed it was no longer moving towards them.
The D’Angelo’s great body pushed slightly against Ataxia’s position with the idea of preventing the large game to break past ahead of their position. Hopefully the foolish coyote would move accordingly on his side to even out the amount of space the live food could fall back on if it decided to change direction and head back to where it had come from. It occurred to Pan that he didn’t possess the same endurance as his more slender sibling, or his mother for that sake, but he decided it would not stop him. His position would be the ideal here, and he really wanted to impress his secret lover.
Once stormy-grey eyes caught sight of the great animal – now having sensed what was going on and was fleeing straight ahead in a relatively straight line – they did not let go. The four-legged man’s jogging pace changed into a swift, aggressive run, and though he did not take the time to turn around and check, he trusted the rest of the hunting group was following.
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