Steady Breath

Tarnish kept alert to his surroundings, having had several run-ins with larger predators he knew bears and the like saw him as potential prey. He wanted to get his food without getting eaten himself. He tucked down deeper into the grass as he heard something approaching but as he located the source he saw the familiar form of a wolf he'd hunted the takin with. Tarnish perked up. "Fuck yea, we are." As if on cue his crow returned, landing down among the grasses. The bird spared a glance at Wilder but immediately assumed they had a new hunting partner. "She's bedded down in the reeds over there, hiding, next to the stream."

Tarnish nodded. "Sounds good. If she's got the stream behind her then I'm going to try and get to the right of her and lay in weight. If you can get to the left and startle her into running we can be pretty assured of the directions she might go and chase after her from there." At least he was pretty sure the injured doe wouldn't bolt for the water. Not that it mattered to him. As a pirate he'd swum ocean waves. A stream would not slow him down.

With the plan in place Tarnish slunk through the grasses, down near where the doe was trying her hardest to hide. He settled down and waited for the action to begin.

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