Steady Breath

When Tarnish's bird flutters over, Wilder looks to the bird for information. Peeking over the top of grass, he sees the stream and the reeds. So the injured doe was lying down somewhere over there, got it. Looking from the reeds to Tarnish, he lets out a hum of acknowledgement to the plan. Tarnish would go from the right while he swings around to the left and spooks her. Easy enough, definitely doable. Nodding quickly, that smile never leaving, he begins moving as soon as Tarnish does.

Slinking through the grass, he tries his best to stay hidden. Though he is tall and bulky, he is capable of moving silently. Pressing his paws gently into the dirt, taking his time to move through the grass. Using the rustling wind to help hide his movement, he finally makes it toward the left side of the injured doe. Her scent and blood is strong on the wind, leaving a tinge of copper in his nose. Hunkering down once more, he watches the doe as he waits for Tarnish to be ready.

So far, the doe hasn't noticed them. Her breathing is labored as she lays beside the stream. Chasing her would surely use any last ounces of energy she has left. Preparing him for a moment when she is near sleep, he finally bursts from his hiding position. Rushing the doe, Wilder snaps his jaw, clacking his teeth together and letting out loud, harsh yips to startle the doe. As soon as his large frame emerges, the large doe lets out a cry of fear before stumbling up onto her hooves and taking off.

WILDER