Fancy meeting you here

Children always eased tension, they were oblivious and gleeful even at the worst of times. When Manea mentioned a twin sister, Poe wordlessly quirked a brow- intrigued, but not interested in pressing any further. Introductions followed promptly, and the man made a point to commit the names to memory. There was a near certainty that they would be lost the moment they began the hunt, but it was the effort that counts, right? Then, Manea was lifting her little one up onto his sire's back for the hunt. A learning opportunity for the youngster, how delightful! Off they went, a group of titans slinking through the maze of toppled stones and tall grasses until their quarry was in sight. Muscles rippling beneath taut flesh and thick fur, the beast followed the Matriarch's lead and hunkered down at her side amongst the grasses downwind of the small herd of caribou. They were likely a small offshoot broken off from a migrating mass, thousands of cloven hoofed animals that was headed further south for winter forage. Amber gaze roved the dun bodies of the antlered animals, trained eyes searching for signs of lameness or age. After a few moments, he followed the direction of Manea's raised amethyst paw, directing his attention to a cow that had slowly moved towards the outer edge of the group and created a gap between herself and the safety of her sisters. While not obviously lame or ill, the widening gap created by her interest in lichens that had been growing from one of the fallen stone monoliths would lend them an opening for attack. The titan looked to Manea now, lifting a brow as he awaited her verdict. It was so easy to fall into old habits, let her take the lead while he did what was asked- just a weapon to be wielded.

"The way I see it we can either move in quietly and take her down before the others realize or two of us can get the rest of the herd running while one of us starts bringing her down. What do you think?" she offered up the options with practiced ease, though her gaze was fixed upon her husband's features. Remaining mute, the hulking beast let his gaze drift back to the herd. That gap remained, the clueless ungulate browsing mindlessly on some choice fodder. There was time to decide, though he wasn't sure he wanted to wait much longer to move in. A long run and a bloody takedown certainly held some appeal, despite his paws still aching from the journey from the coast. Alastor, however, made an excellent point a few moments later. "Well, since we have this squishy boy on my back, I think stealth is probably our best option." his deep, rich vocals carried a hint of acquiesce at the simple fact that stealth would grant them the least likelihood of injury to the youngster that had joined them. The complaints of said child were certainly amusing, a wry grin twisting the dark lips of the titanic male on Manea's other flank. A spirited boy, he'd make a fine hunter himself some day. Finding a moment of silence, the man bobbed his head lightly and said "I'm fine with a quiet approach, I've had enough running for the day." he grunted with a smirk, brilliant ivory fangs flashing in the low light for a moment. "I think if two of us can subdue her, then the others can likely make the killing blow without too much risk." he added quietly, glancing to his right to try and read the expressions of his cohorts in this hunt.

With an amiable wave of one of Alastor's massive forepaws, Poe eased up off his belly and into a loose-limbed crouch. Though his thick horns broke through the grasses as they stalked forth, they didn't draw much attention from the reindeer. Ash coated limbs carried his bulk onward and to the left, parting from Manea's flank to close off the cow's ability to try and return to the herd. Should she spook during their approach, he would be able to take a hoof to the flank or thigh and still save the hunt. Now they were in the thick of it, the heady, pungent smell of hoofed animals heavy in the air around them. It nearly masked their own scents as they crept forward. Auds flattening against his skull, the beast peeled dark lips away from sharp fangs in preparation. He'd chosen to put himself behind the cow, his larger frame being better suited to tackling the reindeer and taking her hind legs out from beneath her with the force of a collision. He pivoted his hind end so that he could lunge at her right hip and thigh once they were within striking distance, hoping for a good angle of attack when he got the signal from the others. As soon as they were in position, he wanted to be able to try and knock her off balance and allow Manea to get control of her head and shoulders- draw blood from major vessels, and slow her down. Oh, he was already almost quivering with excitement, hunger sharp as a dagger in his gut and focusing his attention to the hunt. If the two of them succeeded, Alastor could safely dispatch the reindeer if he chose to finish the job with little Saracyn as backup.

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