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Anatole moved with trained precision—his mother had done her duties and made certain her son was well equipped to survive on his own. There was very little of the boy that was made without basic instincts at the core. He obeyed his feelings above all else. So he sunk low and crawled along on his belly, giving faint signs that his cousin would need to follow. Slowly, the darker boy approached the herd, hoping that his cousin’s fur would not betray them. When he was close enough, when the deer began to show signs that they sensed him, he sprang.
Snapping once he rushed at the herd, sending them into a panic. He circled wide, aiming to keep the panicking beasts corralled. It was a simple tactic. As long as he and Atilla kept the deer from leaving the funnel created they would eat. Certainly, his mother was waiting further down the forest, likely having all ready picked out a suitable doe for the trio to eat.
