Less Work For More Food

He leaned his head towards Fern, to better hear her whispers. Once she laid out the plan for him he nodded his head in agreement. They would get into position, and try to keep at least three deers herded. The moment he nodded, Fern was off. Slinking through the undergrowth with learned grace. He watched a moment, before starting in the direction hat would get him to the left of her indicated tree.

It took him a little longer. Bigger, and less practised, he took his time so he didn’t startle their prey. By the time he got there, he knew she was likely to be ready. She had told him to start the chase, so he did so. He leaped out of his hiding spot with a growl. Startling the prey, and began to herd them. Knowing Fern would be there on the other side to keep them true.

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