The Name of the Game (is pronghorn)

Ellery could hear the parting of foliage behind her and her nose wriggled, scenting the air as she turned to look over her shoulder, quick to make sure she wasn’t being ambushed by a creature wanting to take her pickings. But, instead of a predator wanting to ambush her, she was greeted by the monstrous, horned man from the island. Her brows rose in surprise and she offered him a nod of greeting and acknowledgement at his sentence. It was appreciated on her behalf. Then, she turned back to the one she’d spotted.

”That one, the female in the rear by the marigold bushes. It’s been favoring its back leg. A simple separate and round up should suffice. I’ll split it from the herd and lead it to you for the take down,” she announced in a low voice, careful to not spook the nearby animals. Her persian gaze glided to him, waiting for his cue that he understood. Once he gave his silent nod they parted ways, each making their way to a designated area. She made sure to keep his direction in her peripheral. After all, it would be unfortunate and embarrassing if she corralled the pronghorn in the wrong direction and ruined the hunt.