Craving Some Venison Stew

Birna smiled softly as she watched the wolf slink off. It did not surprise her. This was simply the difference in hunting between an ambush predator and an active hunter like a wolf. Birna was fine with resting and conserving her energy, just settling into existence until it was time for action, but this was not the way of the wolf. Wolves would often chase down their prey, driving them for miles with their powerful endurance.

Birna opted to remain where she was. She was a sprinter and did not want to burn herself out to quickly. While the snare would slow and snag the deer it was unlikely to strangle one and as the deer would not be able to flee it would fight. She could risk the cord and wait for it to tire out but she preferred to get her paws dirty as quickly as possible to give the duo more time to eat before more predators were attracted to the sound of struggle.

She heard the movement of deer and her limbs coiled beneath her in preparation. The deer approached slowly near the first snare. Their nostrils flared, ears rapidly shifting as the searched for signs of not only what made the noise but what might be here. Birna's raven suddenly swooped down behind the deer and the startled animals surged forward. An older doe went headfirst into the first snare. It bleated as it got caught. Birna sprang toward it, leaving Vanielle to either join her or try to snag or herd another into a snare if she wished.


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