(Insert Deer Pun Here)

Úlfr continued his trek through the basin when movement behind him and off to the side caught his attention. On instinct he ducked down into he grasses. It wasn't uncommon for bears to hunt here and he had no interest in becoming prey today. However, it turned out to be the horned man he'd hunted and fought with several times before. The man nodded in greeting and Úlfr swiftly returned the greeting. He was glad the other man kept silent. Mule deer had particularly keen hearing and they were getting close now.

Úlfr slowly stalked closer to the herd until it was easier to spot the injured deer. The wounded buck was limping heavily, blood trailing down its chest and front left leg where it had been severely gored. Úlfr gestured to his left and then started stalking off to his right. His hope was for them to get on either side of the deer and use their positions to herd it while running it down. Both tactics were meant to help separate the deer from the herd.

He crept forward and then when he felt Hattori was ready he sprang forward toward the buck. The rest of the deer quickly scattered but Úlfr focused on keeping on the right side of their target.