A hunting we will go

[Dawali Amara]

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You can decide how the last arrows land, depending on how many posts you want to spend on this part of the thread? Word Count: 484 Leland nodded at him, and as he sat down and started to shift to his four-legged form, Dawali waited patiently. He was quite astonished, in fact, at the speed the husky male managed to apply to the whole operation, seeing as he'd picked it up only lately. As soon as Leland was done he started to move in the direction his finger had pointed minutes earlier, and without a word Dawali followed in a jog. It was nice to feel warmth, energy and the blood moving in one's body when you were going to the hunt, no matter how easy it was, or how smoothly one knew it would go. Dawali was confident that with Leland chasing the prey and himself shooting at it, it'd go do down quite easily. Gvihita flew overhead, her strong wings flapping audibly - though to Dawali alone. He glanced up at her, but as usual she was unreadable. There was an eagerness about her, though - as there was with himself. They found them, and after a few moments' circling Leland started into the herd. The red wolf male already had positioned himself at a comfortable distance, and had an arrow at the ready. He spent some time, however, understanding which of the animals were Leland's target, but quite quickly it was obvious that a young doe was the to-be meal this time. Leland was skilled in guiding his prey, and as the other wapiti started in different directions he was soon on her tail. One eye closed, Dawali followed her movements with the tip of his arrow as he aimed, waiting for a good moment when he knew Leland would be safe from a stray arrow. He aimed the first one at the front, the area between the start of the upper legs and the throat, for the large veins that could quickly reduce her movements by half in not long, and eventually simply killing her by blood loss. One arrow went flying, and Dawali did not waste time to see if it went in before he reached behind and got a new one at the ready, aiming for a moment and letting that one fly as well. Fleeing, she changed angles with him constantly as Leland chased and steered her around, and the arrows might land anywhere. Dawali did however have quite the amount of training in this skill, and normally it took no more than ten or fifteen arrows to take one down if one had a poor aim, and by now he had sent four or five flying. A smell of blood and a sense of pleasure flashed through his brain as Gvihita shrieked inaudibly above them, and Dawali's heart beat rapidly in his chest, feasting on adrenaline. The steady stream of arrows that flew from his form would continue until the doe fell, either by the feathered arrows, or Leland's teeth. Either worked.

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