oh deer

Just as Corbie had resigned herself to the inevitable and begun to turn away from the herd, intending to find small game of the sort that a solo wolf could more reasonably stand to catch, a bobcat crept up to whisper at her. Corbie's brow rose, but that was the only indication of surprise and it was more directed towards the providence of another loner and her feline companion showing up just in time than it was the cat's sudden appearance. She lowered herself into a crouch and eyed him for a beat. Gift horses and mouths and all that. She wasn't going to question her good fortune. Instead she studied the herd and the rise that he'd mentioned his wolf was hidden on. Yes, she was fairly well positioned to get them rushing off that direction in a panic. If the other wolf and the cat were skilled enough to make the ambush work, they'd have themselves a good fat doe to split and save her a good amount of time hunting. She nodded silently to the bobcat and rose again to slink off towards the herd, aiming... and there! She popped up out of the grass nearly onto one of the does and snapped at it as it flailed back from her bleating in panic, and the chase was on. Corbie kept mostly back as she drove them uphill, just close enough to keep them in a panic without getting kicked. It would be up to the other wolf to ambush the tiring doe when they got close enough...