There seemed to be no complaints with his suggestion for the twins to be the Runners for the hunt and Fate it seemed would take the announcement as his cue to go and sit out of the way. Carefully he would watch his brother, make sure the selected spot was indeed a safe one and then Félicien would take his attention again, suggesting to go ahead and look for the goat. Oh yes, he was supposed to actually get them started on that task. It was certainly a strange sensation leading something, even more so given many of these wolves here were far more experienced than himself at this. "Alright, let's go." He encouraged the rest of the group along now, following Félicien's lead and moving to find this little herd of goat.
The next task at hand would be the main event; the hunt itself. Of course they couldn't just chase them all around and hope one just happened to fall into their jaws. Whilst he was new at this leading stuff he had been on enough hunts to know they needed a specific target and he figured that would be his job to decide. Eyes carefully scanned the herd, attempting to pick out one now. He guessed that one of the ones lying would take slightly longer to move than those already on their feet, and he would take a glance at those now attempting to read which was the weakest. There was a kid sat alone, the mother he assumed wouldn't be too far away though it was a possibility. One was wounded though, blood still stained it's head from a clear recent accident; one horn was missing.
"That one?" He pointed out the weakened goat to his father now, waiting for his confirmation. Once given, then it'd be up to Sorrel and Félicien to scatter the herd further and then the rest of them to charge in and try to catch it. At least they'd have one less horn and if the injury was rather fresh, perhaps it wouldn't even want to attempt to ram them anytime soon giving them one less part to worry about in the hunt.
