Gambling the odds

Chade kept his red-eyed gaze on Ezra as he spoke, soaking in every detail and nodding as he explained it.  “Ok, that makes sense.”  The older was clearly stronger than Chade and he imagined far more experienced.  Still, Chade should be able to herd the animal to Ezra.  Chade would never have thought failing was a good way to learn but he had a pretty good idea of what a deer was likely to do depending on where he moved.

Chade was relieved that he finally was getting to hunt with someone who would know more than him.  The mantle of leading was on someone else and Chade could trust in them to set up the board correctly.  The blue pup waited until Ezra was in position, then gave him another moment in case he needed to get focused or whatever.

Chade ran out towards the tarkin, starting a tiny bit towards its left but then heading to the right then a bit to the left.  He tried to make it difficult for the tarkin to flee anywhere but directly straight at head.  This wouldn’t work long before the maneuverable deer-creature-thing turned faster than Chade but that didn’t matter at the moment.  For the short run he had it lined up to where he imagined Ezra should be able to get it.  Hopefully, this worked.

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