Since You've Been Gone

With the two of them working together it was easy enough to keep the herd in a clump, giving a few stragglers some nips at their ankles when they tried to break away from the others. The trap certainly wouldn't hold all of them, but he expected at least some of them to manage to jump over the trap or evade it some how so it was like a shooting fish in a barrel with a shot gun situation. With this herd of deer they were bound to get at least one trapped in the hole. When they got close he started driving the deer harder, trying to make them run faster so they'd have less chance to stop themselves or avoid the trap.

As he expected the ones toward the outer edge of the herd skidded and leapt to the side to avoid the hole in their path, bounding off across the prairie and scattering, but the ones toward the middle had less of a chance to react. The one at the very front attempted to skid to a stop, but the trip wire they set up made it tumble forward and landed head first in the hole they dug. The one behind it tried to jump over it and fell short, scrambling to try and pull itself out and failing before falling into the hole as well. Arcturus was satisfied with that so he slowed to a stop a couple feet away from their trap, breathing hard as he looked to Vanille with a grin.

"Arcturus Fatalis"