Rabbit. That scent clung to every blade of grass. Dusk was going to settle himself down on the small brown creatures, until Winter took his paws somewhere else. The ivory man's eyes had found something and it was not long till the overpowering scent filled Dusk's nose.
Elk.
In silence he would follow Winter as well as the scent trail. His mouth watered as he halted beside Winter, disguising his black pelt amongst the trees and bushes. Although he did smell an elk, another scent came to him. Milk. This elk was a mother, with a child. Dusk's mouth only watered more. What was a defenseless deer with her weak child doing out here in the open? He thought carefully through those words. Defenseless? This elk was a mother, as any mother, she would protect her child from hungry savages like themselves. This could be risky. This could be dangerous.
There were two wolves and two deers. Two wolves the same height and strength, yet one deer weak and small with another larger and more dominant. How could this work? Winter had the same idea as him to feast on such a prize, but such prizes do not die in front of them. This would require effort, stealth, and all the rest. This wasn't gonna be easy.
A plan. That's what they needed. Just run and hope for the best? No. Way too risky. Perhaps have one wolf go for one deer, no, the mother is surely stronger, more than a wolf to handle. But then, he had the perfect idea. Hungry yet wise eyes lit up in the shadows.
"I have a plan. We aim for the mother, surprising her. If we pull her down, pinning her to the ground, she'll have no chance of escape." He whispered to his fellow hunter. The escape part worried him. They had to do this right. Better than perfect. If they miss and that deer bolts in a run, they'll only have a hell of a run...and the fawn if they're lucky. "Once we have her out of the way, we'll finish off the weak child."
The fawn was too young to fight and as he calculated, the fawn should stay in the exact spot until they finish off its mother. Or perhaps run and stumble in fear not far away. The child wasn't much of a problem, the deer was the main prize. The fawn would probably die anyway without its mother in the wild.
He would give time for Winter to react. Perhaps he had a better plan. He just prayed the deer wouldn't go anywhere.
Just a few more moments. Just keep grazing until your tender flesh is in our bellies.
"Speech"
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