A hunt a day keeps the competition at bay

He took her advice for what it was, and made sure to be slow as he crawled forward, moving as carefully around the herd as he could. He stayed low to the ground, pulling himself forward inch by inch. His wings were tucked tightly against his side, waiting for their time to shine. Once he was in a position where running straight would put him right between the doe and the herd, he paused.

He looked to Mæva, and struggled to spot her in the snow. He just had to hope that she was ready. He took a soft breath, and then got to his feet, running straight between them as he had said he would. His wings flared out, big and scary. The herd stampeded. The majority one direction, and the singled out doe… to the side!

Luckily his snow leopard came running in from the other side, chasing the doe back to him, and meeting him in the middle. Together, the two of them chased it towards Mæva.