With a thankful nod, J'adore readied himself as did the others. The Spaniard moved away to the other side of the tree lined clearing, the girls positioning themselves accordingly. He lowered himself to the ground with a look of concentration on his face. He bursted forward with impressive speed, swinging around to the left, keeping his body low to the ground, he burst toward the elk, pin pointing a young male. On any other ocaasion, going fo a young male would not be advised, but this one had some how gained a sizeable gash along his shoulder, significantly restricing his leg movement. His prongs also seemed cracked and broken, and with what looked like the herd alpha busy sticking close to the front of the stampede, it left the injured male unprotected. This was the one. 'Girls, go for the male with the gash on his shoulder!' J'adore shouted, never taking his eyes away from the prize.
He would no be the one to kill the creature, no, he would only steer it towards the others and let them do the work. It was not him slacking off, it was only his duty to escort, he would not take duties away from the others.
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