Steady Breath

Wilder scented the injured mule deer before he saw Tarnish. Though there were others in the area, they wouldn't be as easy to pick off as this one. Coming in from the south, he tried his best to hide his tall frame by lowering himself slightly and takin a slower pace. Each step of his paw was calculated and careful. Heading in the direction of the doe, he let out a disappointed noise under his breath when he lost her in the tall grass. Standing up for a moment, it is then that he noticed the dark coated boy who looked awfully familiar.

From what he can tell, the almost yearling has also spotted the doe and is potentially using his bird to spot it in the grass? His head tilts to the side for a moment before heading over to Tarnish. Hunkering back down into the grass after a stealthy walk over, he turns his muzzle to whisper. "Well, we goin' for this doe or what?" He can't help but hide the smile that breaks out over his lips before turning his attention back to the plains ahead of them. Was that a rustle in the grass he had seen?

WILDER