Digging a hole to china

Mitros watched as Tove got into position, choosing one of the healthier looking individuals of the herd and expertly cutting it out from it's kin. He idled excitedly in the grass as he watched the huntress direct and redirect the animal, and once it seemed to be on the right path, shot forward to assist. While Tove fell into the pronghorn's right flank, Mitros took the left. Staying a decent distance off as to not press the creature to turn into her, but close enough that he could step up his speed and intercept it if it tried to veer off the wrong way. Running it down was reminiscent of driving the elephant off the cliff with Corbie, and the bright blue yearling's maw was pulled in a wide grin as he ran.

He did not know where the trap was and was working entirely off Tove's positioning, adjusting as she did and doing his best to simply keep the pronghorn on the path she had set. When the creature fell through the well-concealed hole in the ground, Mitros damn near tumbled ass over face in trying to stop his sprint. Next time, he'd need to pay more attention to where he set any concealed trap.

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