He was quick to agree to her terms, for which she was grateful for, even if she didn't outwardly show it. She merely blinked at his request for her to help capture one of the does. It was not an uncommon practice back in her homeland, though usually more than two wolves would be recruited for such a task. Nevertheless, she would not balk at just the two of them doing it together. Clearly he had some sort of plan given his apparent intent to do it alone had she not interrupted.
"Very well," Iðunn murmured softly, creeping forward to crouch down beside him. Their size difference was much more apparent now, though he was not that much taller than her. Perhaps his size would be useful in scattering the rest of the herd while she quickly darted in with her lithe form to swiftly end the young and injured deer's suffering. "You run in and scare them off with your horns, I run in and finish it off before it can get up?" With his large horns he would be an imposing figure, with even the stags unlikely to try and take him on one-on-one. And while they were busy running or watching him, she could slip past and finish of the deer. With it's injured leg it would struggle to quickly get up, giving her enough time to get a clean kill.
Her gaze moved from the deer to glance sideways at him with a single raised brow, waiting for either his agreement with her plan or any revisions he might have. She was all ears.
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