Is This A Hunt Or A Test? Maybe Both?

His eyes never leave the impalas that graze before them. An ear turns toward Haydee as she speaks. Rationalizing each of his options, giving him some advice on which way to go. The older male would make for more meat, but it was the bigger challenge of the two options. Running after a baby would make for an easier hunt, but he could have easily done that by himself. Go big or go home, right?

Inhaling a deep breath, he nods before glancing down at Haydee, meeting her emerald gaze. "We'll take the older male. If you can go for his face and keep his horns away, I'll come in from the side and take him down quickly," his words are sure, confident, but not too confident. Wilder knew there was danger to every hunt, no matter what animal it was. With the plan set, he takes off through the brush to align himself with the side of the older male. Watching intently, he waits for Haydee to leap into action before he too follows suit.

Snapping and barking at the other impalas to scare them into taking off, Wilder beelines it for the older male. Sure enough, the impala freezes and decides to fight. Swinging head and sharp antlers diving his way, Wilder jumps back to avoid the attack. Circling around the back as he waits for Haydee to gain the male's attention, Wilder lunges in to jump on the impala's shoulder for a solid takedown.

WILDER