Kick Up The Dust

Well, at least she was optimistic about it. Part of him doubted whether or not they could actually do it but that never stopped him from trying before and it sure as heck wouldn't stop him now. Tarnish nodded. "Yea, I think it's one of the pronghorn's blood. It doesn't smell like deer or any of the smaller prey around here. He listened as she explained her thoughts and he nodded. "Yea, that sounds good to me. Since you're bigger maybe you should try and get to the other side of it and I can chase it toward you." As much as he'd like to make the kill shot he understood his limitations and was more interested in the success of the hunt than pushing his limits.

"Let's go, oh and my name is Tarnish by the way." He trotted along the trail, following the scent of the blood until he saw a small stream running through the prairie and a small group of pronghorn drinking at the stream. It took a moment but he soon spied the one that was injured. Its leg bore a long gash. Tarnish looked to the girl to make sure she noticed as well and then they could get started.