If My Nose Was Running Money, Honey I'd Blow It All On You [G]

Patiently waiting, the boy had finally realized that Varon would allow him to take charge and began to assess the situation. It didn't take long for this stranger to signal to him, purple eyes warping over to where he had pointed. There were fawns playing together, a little bit away from the rest of the herd. They certainly were close enough to run to safety if needed, but if the pair of canines could get close enough and startle the herd, they could easily pick one or even both of the babies off. The larger yearling had started to crawl forward, keeping lower to the ground so that the grass could hide much of his body.

After the boy had slinked forward a little bit, Varon too took to the ground and kept as silent as he could, trailing a little bit forward at a slightly more direct approach. This would allow him to have a better chance to get in between the fawns and the whole herd itself. There wasn't a huge plan to try to desperate, as deer were very good at keeping close together in an ambush, but the Russian decided it'd give him a little bit of an upper hand overall. Perhaps if the boy could start the chase, Varon could sneak in somehow and spook either the fawn backwards or to the side, or simply grab them right then and there.