They were welcomed easily. He hummed in approval at Alexander's keen eyes spying the cow at the edges of the herd. The others agreed and Eltrys followed the pale brindle hunter, letting him take the lead. It had been a while since he had last hunted caribou, his mouth watering at the smooth mild taste he remembered. Much milder than deer or antelope in flavor.
He sunk into the grasses, then spied the agile red woman taking a position, if he guessed correctly she was going to drive it to the right, away from the herd.
He motioned to Alex and murmured, "Drive to the right." Before Eltrys moved off to take a protective point in case one of it's herd decided to be a hero.
When they were all crouched and ready, the brindle darted out then the herd began to move. Eltrys circled the party in a wide arc, growling and snapping at the other caribou to urge them onward and further separate the elder female from them. He then pulled up the rear ready to take a bite if one of the party fell back.
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