Pip Pip Deerio

Takeshi watched the deer with rapt attention. That was, until the scent of another swept across him on the wind. His muscles tensed and his tail flagged as his nose twitched, dissecting the scent before relaxing. It was an Armada wolf. His head turned, glowing red gaze peering through the foliage trying to gauge where the other was. It took him a minute, as his brown pelt blended in well with the surrounding foliage, but he finally spotted him. He seemed to be crouched, preparing to launch an attack, and any other time the Ashen Dragon may have felt threatened, but they were clearly on common ground. Both wanted to take food back to the hungry bellies of the Armada wolves.

His attention faced forward once more, flicking between the deer and the spot where he’d seen his ally. He shuffled through the underbrush to find a better angle where they could corner the beast, but a sudden change in the direction of the wind ruined his stealth. Their prey’s head shot up, its nose twitching and he knew he couldn’t waste anymore time. He shot out, long legs eating their way across the snowy ground in an attempt to snag the deer before it could come out of its shock.