Deep down, Wilder is thankful for Haydee's generosity. His belly is full and after a good rest, he is ready to get going. Not wanting to overstay his welcome, he is surprised when she earnestly offers to hunt with him in nearby lands. Right, his side of the deal! Not wanting to end his interaction with her on a sour note, Wilder follows her out to the grove of grapes nearby. Having to duck considerably under the vines as they enter the arching cathedral of grapes, he looks down at the small alpha with a raised brow.
Impalas? Something he hadn't hunted before. Mostly because he was young and alone. Hunting by yourself was difficult with larger prey. After she gives him instructions, he nods silently and turns his attention to their surroundings. With the overwhelming scent of grapes nearly clouding his senses, he takes a few steps forward. Turning to the wind with his nose upward, he can catch the scent of the impalas. An unusual tinge of something deer-like, but not quite. Nodding his head in their direction, he takes off at an easy lope toward a clearing not far off.
Coming to a stop at a fork in the path, he hesitates. "I believe they're this way," he mentions before taking off down the left path. It isn't long until he brings Haydee to a cluster of bushes that line another clearing. "These the impalas you speak of?" Wilder asks as he looks to Haydee and then back to the animals. Training his red gaze on the group, he watches them carefully to see which one would be best for them to pick off.
