I Am The Hunter... Or Not.

Though Corvus was admittedly an awkward man, when it came to his pack duties - mentoring wolves younger than him, especially - he felt much more at ease. Maybe it was just having a goal and something to focus on that eased his anxious soul, but he suddenly felt more calm and confident than usual. Any hints of self-doubt that often prickled at his mind seemed to smooth out, replaced by his careful focus as they moved closer to the deer. Beat followed him, seeming interested and willing to listen and learn, which made Corvus feel like he must not be doing a completely terrible job. The first step to teaching was making sure your student was engaged, right? Everything else would surely follow suit.

"Next.. we strike. We need to be quick. I'll go ahead of you and aim for the throat... let's go for the smaller one, on the right side of the group," Corvus gestured vaguely toward one of the skinnier-looking deer. Even if it saw them, it might hesitate, too distracted by feasting. That was what Corvus was hoping, at least. "You come up on the rear. Aim for a leg, or whatever you think will help me take it down. A lot of hunting is just reactions. Not everything can be planned." Beat had lived on his own for awhile, so surely he knew a thing or two about being adaptable. Corvus believed in him. With a swift nod he took off, stalking through the thick grasses as long as he could before kicking off hard toward the deer. He lunged at the one he'd pointed out, aiming to keep up with the fleeing deer until he could lung for its throat, hoping Beat was able to keep up and put pressure on the prey animal's rear to cause it to stumble.