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'Who ever gets the chance first' Galileo said with a stoic nod. He crept forward with a sense of purpose in his pace, his golden paws padded silently on the forest floor. He skirted the clearing like a ghost, keeping his blumine eyes focused on the deer. It took him a while to get to the side of the clearing facing the rear of the herd, but to his relief only a single doe was facing his side. He was faster though and it would be easy since she wasn't their target. He slipped forward out of the shadows. He let out a single growl and lauched forwards.
He set his sights on the larger female, veering away to the side and blocking her escape. She bolted straight for where Shawchert was waiting for it. Galileo gave out a brief howl, calling him forward. He ran his tongue over his teeth, even though it was unlikely that he'd be the one to give the killing blow, he had a plan. 'Shaw, now' he shouted, launching himself forward and taking hold of the herd animals leg and tripping in enough to disable the rear end. Shawchert whould deal with the more dangerous end.