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

Aided by his tawny coat he slipped silently through the grasses, ears alert to every sound of motion. As he dipped deeper into the valley the wind died and he could hear his heart hammering in his ears. The grass around him shivered as if in anticipation or dread of the oncoming bloodshed and Brandr decided that if he tried to get closer he'd surely give himself away and give the deer a headstart. He glanced to the man he was hunting with. Seeing the other heading more directly toward the herd with the intent of severing the fawns off from the rest of the herd. It was up to him to start the chase. Well… here goes.

Brandr's muscular limbs coiled beneath him and he took a deep breath before leaping forward. His long, sturdy legs ate up the distance as he barreled toward the herd, sending the deer scattering in a panic but it didn't last long. Already they were starting to regroup, darting off across the valley. Brandr dove for the middle like a spearhead intent on keeping them scattered and panicked so that Varon would have a chance to either separate the fawns from their mother or catch one in the chaos.