Keen eyes focused on the deer, searching for signs of weakness. He almost missed the perfect target, bedded down in the grass a short ways off from the does. A young buck, wounded, the light of the morning sun just reflecting off blood seeping from a shoulder wound. It seemed the buck approaching the does had been the victor. Coran moved carefully, about to stalk closer when a small, fawn-colored woman appeared, offering a gentle greeting.
Coran offered her a gentle smile in return. A hunting partner would greatly up the chance of success and of course he had no problem sharing. There was more food than he could eat. Coran gently gestured with his head to where he saw the injured buck. He looked to the woman for confirmation before he started to stalk forward. He sought to get to the other side of the buck, in hopes that when the young lady rushed it he'd be able to cut it off.
It was a slow game. A deliberate game. Coran moved cautiously, pausing as needed and moving forward when the deer once again bent their heads to graze. He was aided in this for his pelt was the color of the autumn grasses and his brindling markings helped him seem to fade into his surroundings.
At last he reached the far side of the buck and he settled in to wait.
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