Rush of Evening
09-27-2020, 01:33 PM
Wyndelin listened carefully to the plan and nodded. It sounded as good as any to him and there wasn't much point in deciding anything to concrete. He started stalking forward, lingering behind the other two, with Halla following close behind him. When the yearling and black and white male charged the herd, Wyndelin dove after them. He kept his focus on the bull through the chaos of the panicked herd. As he saw it starting to move off he slipped to the side and started running along next to the bull. It wasn't moving well, that much was clear. It's gait was strange and it was clear the lopsided antler was affecting its neck. Wyndelin snapped his jaws seeking to herd the elk back around toward Halla as he separated it from the rest of the herd. "Talk" |