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

Closer the Russian stalked, but he also kept his distance, ears flickering forward for a moment, nostrils flaring. If the wind decided to betray either of them, the hunt was over, but so far, it seemed to be on their side. At the corner of Varon's eyes, he saw the stranger move in from the other angle. Waiting patiently, the man would allow the boy to start the hunt. Once the deer were panicked, he could swing in and attempt to cut off the young fawns... or hopefully at least one. A few moments passed before the bigger yearling lunged forward, initiating the hunt. It took only a second to register that the deer were being hunted, and all of them scattered and panicked, a few fleeing in different directions, but the majority of them fleeing in the opposite direction the wolf was running towards.

Without hesitation, the foreigner lunged forward, purple orbs set on a pair of fawns who were clearly behind in the rush. Swiftly moving towards the side, the earthly-toned man managed to get slightly ahead of the baby deer, dashing towards them at an angle and hoping they would suddenly veer off to the right and away from the rest of the ground. A few more body-lengths forward and the fawns did exactly what he was aiming to do. He hoped the other stranger would notice this succession and join him in the now stamina hunt to get one of these fawns down. Varon was a heavy male, and while speed was easy to obtain for a few short bursts, his stamina wasn't as good - having to carry a little bit more fur than those who resided here (during the summer/autumn).