Cruisin' With An Impala

On Fern’s daily morning patrol, she had spotted a herd of grazing impalas near the border of the castle and the shore. The prey animals were tempting and when the gray girl returned to the castle, she had sought out someone to go hunt with her. Ezra had agreed to help and so, the pair trot the short distance to where Fern last saw the herd. The russet and gray wolves move quickly, not wanting to give the prey time to leave the area. Rain is a constant these days and it helps to cover the scent of the approaching predators as the herd of impalas comes into view. Signaling to stop, Fern stops in a patch of long grass and turns to taller wolf. Keeping her voice low so as not to startle the herd, she says, “I am pretty good at herding if you want to be the ambusher. Those two that seem to be a little way off from the group. It would be easy to separate them from the herd.” Gray paw points to an adult and child impala that have wandered just a little too far from the rest. Quirking an eyebrow, Fern waits to see what Ezra thinks of the plan.

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