12-22-2011, 11:40 AM
Light was pleased to know the male was top game a decent match to his preference of hunt. The white secui bounded in the proper direction as Frodo steered him properly. Very good my friend. We will make a great team. It was the only words said in a less emotionless manner but now his focus was hard as his feet picked up. He could see the gangly legs of the cow running in that unique and swift way moose ran. His mouth watered at the idea of the fresh meat of a healthy female as strategy started to fill his mind. She was heading to a clearing that would ultimately cause them to lose their advantage upon her. He barked at Frodo to take the right flank of the female as he started to move to it as well. She need to be steered to one of the cliff faces, there was a drop that they could possibly use if the female was moving swiftly enough. Her flanks were within his reach but he wouldn’t sink is teeth in not until he knew she was either tired enough or if she had fallen. He snarled and barked at her to shift direction as her ears frantically shifted about on her head. His tactic had worked and he gave Frodo a grin for his help to steer the cow. They would run for a while before the cliffs became apparent some were risen and could easily corner the female moose but he wanted her to fall off the drop next to the formation. Her weight would do the rest as he was sure. It was the best way to handle healthy prey, to let them run themselves to their doom rather than risk an injury on their part. His face was rather relaxed and his tongue lolled slightly from the excitement, it was the only time he ever seemed to really enjoy himself, to be himself. He loved the hunt.