The woman agreed to her terms, though Iðunn had had no reason to suspect why she wouldn't have. Her gaze shifted to where the woman motioned, her icy blue gaze fixating on the pronghorn in question. Indeed it was favouring a front leg as it idly moved while grazing, though Iðunn knew from experience that even a severe limp did little to hamper a pronghorn's speed. But even a minor speed reduction helped, especially if they caught it by surprise.
"Good eye," she said quietly, nodding once at the woman before silently moving off from her position. Iðunn crept forward in a half-circle with practiced ease, making sure to stay just on the downwind side of the herd. She would do her best to herd the pronghorn towards the other woman and in the direction of one of the steeper hills where it would struggle to scale the slope in comparison to the rest of the herd.
Without a sound Iðunn sprang forth, not even needing to announce her presence as the pronghorn herd immediately scattered at the movement. She snapped at the heels of another pronghorn to give it incentive to veer off and away from her and her target, making sure to stick to the limping one so it didn't get away, though with all the adrenaline pumping through its veins its limp didn't seem to affect it that much. But she knew once they reached the steep slope it would slow down far faster than the others ahead of it.
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