horn in my side

movement out of the corner of their eye draws their attention, and Spider inclines their head in greeting to the white-furred male, pleased to be joined by a fellow pack-mate. “hiya, Cas,” they murmur, voice low so as not to startle their prey. they wait several moments, watching the Pronghorn with Casimir at their side. once they’ve gathered their bearings, they begin to whisper instructions. “i’ll chase it over here and you can land the killing blow. sound good?” they wait for an affirmation, then set off across the territory, keeping their belly low and their pelt disguised. they creep forward as the Pronghorn grazes, ensuring to stay down wind of the creature so that their scent doesn’t carry on the breeze. once they’ve reached a position where they’ll be able to chase the prey into Cas’ path, they glance over at their companion. ready? they mouth.

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