Hunting Is My Game

A subtle movement off to the side has Ezekiel’s duel-toned gaze sliding over to where he spies the tiny form of his cousin, her determined eyes telling him everything he needs to know. A brief nod is given before they both break from cover, rushing toward the waiting herd. With a loud snarl, the pronghorn spook, heads shooting up and swiveling in their direction all while they turn to flee. The tiny woman is much faster than him and he tries to keep up with her but loses her for a moment in the mad scramble to get away.

Cursing inwardly, Zeke spies the fat male pronghorn he had zeroed in on before and moves to take up position on its left hind side. Already it is huffing and puffing, the extra weight it is carrying working against it. Trusting that the small woman is safe, he spares a glance to see if she has found her spot on the right side. If they can run it a little more, then the fat prey will tire and be easier to bring down… hopefully.


"Speech!"