art by crypsis
For his size, Max had learned the art of stalking well. He would never make a scout, of course, but he was large and capable of moving with some stealth. They would never get as close as someone smaller, like Vesper, might have done without him. His build was simply too much to allow for this to happen. It was, therefore, reasonable that his intention was not to act as the striking force. While all of his weight could certainly bring down a small deer, this plan relied on her vigilance.
The woman vanished, though he was able to scent her in the underbrush. Max tensed as one of the deer swung a dark eye up. An ear swiveled, a tail flagged. It was time.
Without a sound he bolted forward, tail a tight curl and ears pinned against his head. Their quarry was far enough from the others he was able to turn her sharply, forcing the doe from fleeing with her herd. His yellow eyes gleamed and his tongue lolled from his mouth, white teeth flashing as a singular snap was taken to drive her back towards death awaiting in the Optio’s jaws.
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