The distance from home was quite great this time around. He’d wandered the vast lands in search of a certain animal. Though, such a prey lived quite a distance from where winter clung the heaviest. Here the hot sand rivers still held some sort of heat. Despite the weather’s assault on everything else. Cifarelli kept a sturdy gate along the white dusted sands. His attention focused on what he found to be deep indentation of hooves. Only there wasn’t just one; but, a gathering. Each wandering in different directions, yet still together. The sun’s focus settling overhead seemed to bless this hunt alone. Adding that small build of adrenaline to seep into his bones. He stood still for only a moment. Gaze looking over the area to see if he could spot them anywhere close by. "Speech"

Come down, come down sweet reverence

Jynn scooted her way north, weaving a nonchalant path toward the western lands. This was the best time of year to visit for winter would tame the usually high temperatures. She sought out not only the emerald green grasses but the deserts as well. The journey had made her hungry and she set about looking for signs of food. It wouldn't be easy but the day was still early, the sun not yet at its peak so perhaps she could catch a prey animal before it sought shelter from the sun.

Her original plan was to catch a desert hare but as she wandered she spied an interesting set of prints. An oryx maybe? She'd heard they lived in these lands and while she had seen one a long time ago she'd never gotten close.

As she walked, however, she soon spied another wolf seemingly following the same trail. "Hello," she spoke softly. "Are you hunting the beasts that left these prints? If so I'd gladly assist you for some of the kill. "

Ears conveyed themselves ahead. Every sound effortlessly picked up as he listened with great interest. The familiar sound of the Mule deer's brays was captured soon enough. Fairly closer than he would have suspected. It didn't matter much to him. Only that he could finally begin what he'd came here for. As a single paw rose to move, feminine words drew his attention to that of a female. Her orange coat and long, muscled legs carrying her in his general direction. She'd offered to help in exchange for a share of the meal. "Fine." He did not wish to speak higher than a whisper. Incase he were to scare anything that lingered nearby. Which would then alert those he came here for. Cifarelli turned away to continue on his journey. Paws overshadowing those of the hooves that littered the grounds. The Saxe male moved with precision. Assuring he did not step on anything that commanded any other sound besides what was already heard. Before he knew it, he'd fell into a hunter's crouch. Shoulder blades moving alongside each step. "Speech"

Come down, come down sweet reverence

His answer was swift and short but she took no offense. This was a hunt after all. Time was of the essence even if she was tempted to chat. Words could be exchanged after the prey was slain assuming she could muster conversation between mouthfuls of food. Jynn stalked along after the man, her form moving easily in the desert. She was made for high heat lands, her large ears cooling the blood the circulated through her body.

The moment she saw the man slip into a hunter's crouch she followed suit, slinking down low, her belly nearly on the ground. She would fall in sync with him, watching his movements to infer what came next in order to minimize talk so close to their prey.

The terrain here did not call for many places to hide. Especially not one of his caliber. This didn’t stop him from moving about the sandy tundra like a serpent. Light paws slid over the dusted surface beneath them with every step. His ears listening the closer they reached the gathering of Mule deer. Their bray’s louder than ever. Something was afoot and it had absolutely nothing to do with the two of them. Clashing sent waves through winter’s air. Bellows of condensed clouds from heavy breaths formed around two particularly busy males. Their horns at work as they battled one another. It didn’t take a genius to notice the gathering of females grazing with a watchful eye. Waiting on the anticipation of which one would sire their next brood. Dark, glossy gaze unannounced to what was soon to transpire. He used their fighting to inch closer to them. Silence was met with no movement. Noise was greeted with them sealing the distance. Circling around to where neither of them would be detected. "Speech"

Come down, come down sweet reverence

Toes spread wide to give her more surface area, Jynn deftly navigated the dunes. The wind stirred, stroking the sands and carrying their scents away from the location of their prey. Good. Her ears twitched at the sound of braying and as they got closer she soon saw a group of mule deer. Two large males locked horns with one another, their heads twisting, breaking apart only to lock back together again.

Jynn followed close by her hunting partner, keeping an eye on the deer as well as the ridges of sand. The deer were focused on the battle, giving them plenty of time to get into position.

Silence filled the winter’s air briefly. Something alerting the herd to a predatory presence nearby. Which left Cifarelli to hitch his breath. Ears swirling in listen for another warning call. And when none came, he broke their hiding place. Stretching across the short space with thundering steps. It was only then that what they heard happened to be the fallen of a loser. His broken antler lay on the floor. Whilst, blood leaked from several puncture wounds littering his body. The Saxe brute snapped his teeth in the air to push the injured mule bulk to give chase. Though quite a pitiful display as it limped away, he gave it no further sympathy the moment those same sharp bones sunk into the left high leg. Pressing down through muscles, tendons and joints. Metallic liquid his reward for such an action filling his mouth. "Speech"

Come down, come down sweet reverence

Her ears twitched, filtering the sounds that echoed through the winter air as her eyes focused on the battle. The bucks dueled viciously until at last a victor was declared and the loser deemed prey for the pair of hungry wolves. Cifarelli charged first, Jynn close behind. Her limbs moved swiftly, eating up the distance. The dark male struck, fangs sinking deep into the left hind leg and cutting off the ability for their prey to escape. Jynn neared the front right leg and the buck tried to gore her with his remaining antler. His head swept low and she deftly stepped aside, fangs latching into the back of the right front leg, just behind the knee. Then, with a powerful push, Jynn forced the limb to bend. Suddenly unsteady the buck crashed forward into the ground. Perfect! Jynn released her hold and while the buck was vulnerable she latched her teeth around its throat. It struggled against her but between the loss of blood and lack of air it soon passed.