I’m gonna getcha

Today the large male was looking for something different. He had been fallowing the trail through two territories so far. The prey animal was on the move, but so was he. He was keeping a distance between them, but trailing close enough that the deer knew it was being fallowed. What his plan was is to wear the creature down until it needed a rest then he would be able to take it down with ease. He was big enough that he could put the young doe over his back when traveling back to the pack. He had done this a few times before and found it was the best way to take medium to larger game by himself, if done properly.

He came to a stop as the doe did before him. He could see her standing alert in the distance, but couldn’t possibly see what she happened to be staring at. He waited, eyes on her. If she wouldn’t move soon he would have to push her to keep moving, without forcing her into a full blown run.