Golden Fleece

He was steadily tracking the scent of an injured ram, movements graceful and stealthy. He wasn’t exactly downwind of them, but he was careful to move in such a way that his scent wouldn’t reach the bighorns. He laid eyes on them, spotting the injured male and studying him, then the herd and surroundings, until his eyes landed on the agouti form of a familiar wolf.

She was one of those who had helped with the moose cow, and he waited to catch her eye, nodding toward the ram with an ear flicking in question and invitation to help hunt it before he shifted his path, moving with experience and softness. The animals were wary, especially with the smell of blood among them.

Luckily for the two wolves, the ewes and younger rams weren’t especially keen on staying close to a weak meal ticket for predators. Each time the ram tried to integrate; the smell of his injury drove the others a little further away. Cairo moved until he was in an advantageous position. If Halla were to charge now, the flock would scatter, and the ram would hopefully be spooked straight to the Adravendi man.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think