Mist and Fangs [PACK HUNT]

Brandr pondered over the suggestions of his pack mates. They could take both mother and calf and an elder elk was also a good option. He was fairly confident they could take both mother and calf but once the herd started running it could get difficult to keep track of which pair they were targeting. As for an elder, he wracked his brain trying to think if he'd seen any elderly animals with that herd.

"Ok, I think since this is a rare opportunity for us so lets try for an adult. That should be enough to feed everyone. However, I don't recall seeing any elderly elk in the herd but its not out of the question for some of them to be ill or injured and its possible I missed analyzing some. So here's the plan. Lets stick to the time honored tradition of chasing and testing. We'll fan out and get them running, if you spy weakness or illness call out for the rest of us and we'll move in. If those that end up falling behind are a mother and calf then we'll seek to target both."

He gazed around at the others. "I know it's not the clearest strategy but I find hunts rarely go as planned anyway. I'll try and hang back and call out a strategy as we move. Be alert. Whoever's in the best position when the time comes gets the kill shot. Let's get started!" He turned and slipped off into the thicket. He could feel his heart hammering in his ears and he hoped he was doing alright. He knew his methods tended to be a bit looser than some but he was adaptable and he was sure the rest of the pack was to.

Soon Brandr spied the herd grazing contentedly in one of the lower dips in the terrain. He worked his way closer, stalking along. He waited for a moment then grinned before bursting forth with a joyful yell to get them running, his golden eyes alert for any signs of failing health.