"Talk" Walk Winter was nearing its end, and with it, the prey was starting to come back out as Spring was right around the corner. His companions had gone off to scout the area and see what was lingering around, but Ignis had his sights set on the tracks of an old whitetail that appeared to have a limp. He followed alongside the river, the tracks on the river bank seemed to be no more than an hour or two old. The scent was still fresh in the air, mingled with the algae scent that clung to the bank. What interested him more, was the tracks looked uneven. It appeared that the whitetail he was tracking had an injury of some sort. Definitely a limp from what he could tell. There was no fresh blood, so it was likely an older injury from a rival buck...whatever the case, deer steaks were on the menu for lunch.

It seemed that she and the red wolf from the bison hunt were destined to keep running into one another on this journey, as they converged on the trail of a deer with a pronounced limp. She gave the male a smile as she came upon him. "You again?" she asked with a chuckle. "I don't suppose you would welcome my help again would you?" If not she could hunt elsewhere for smaller game - she wasn't particular, she had only happened upon the track at a convenient time. She'd move on from this area eventually to continue her journey and likely never see the male again, but it was a rare and pleasant opportunity to hunt alongside someone else.

"Talk" Walk "You again?" He glanced up when he heard and spotted a familiar face. Well well..."Corbie, was it? We did well together last time, I suppose we could do it again, hm?" The more to help take down prey, the merrier. It was faster anyway, and he wouldn't say no to someone offering to help take down his next meal. "Today's menu, buck steak." He grinned, eager to get things started. "As usual, my companions are working on finding it and will be chasing it our way soon. We ought to get into position...or at least me..." He couldn't blend in as well as she could after all. With that said, he moved to hide behind some driftwood, ready to give chase once the buck came their way.

Corbie nodded agreeably to his plan. Ignis wasn't well suited to sneaking up on prey in this environment - or many environments at all, she imagined - so an ambush made imminently more sense than almost any other plan in this case. Corbie too moved to settle herself into a position where she could be hidden. An easier proposition, since she was well suited to the snow and needed only hide herself minimally and let her natural camouflage do the rest. Breathing easily, she pricked her ears in the direction of the track, waiting for Ignis' companions to drive the deer their way into the waiting ambush.

He watched quietly as Corbie moved into an ambush position as well. This was certainly easier for him to get up close and personal to his prey during the winters when his coat made him stick out like a sore thumb, but he had learned to adapt his hunting techniques to his surroundings quite well. He seldom used traps, preferring to do the dirty work himself with the help of his companions. It didn't take long before he heard a commotion up ahead. The snarling of his wolverine companion and the loud squawking of the palm cockatoo. He pressed himself against the frozen earth, legs ready to spring as his ears pricked forward to catch every sound as it came closer. The uneven pounding of the bucks hooves drew closer, and soon the cockatoo flew right between where Corbie and Ignis waited. One...two... He sprung then with practiced ease, jaws agape as he snatched the buck's hind left leg midair. The buck squealed in surprise and pain as it dropped with a hard thud to the ground. With a bad leg and a couple of wolves on it, its fate was already sealed. "Speak"

They didn't have long to wait in their respective ambush positions before the sounds reached them of Ignis' companions driving the deer towards the ambush. Ignis was closer to the deer's path and far larger than her so his attack would be the one most likely to succeed in stopping the deer in its tracks, so Corbie would watch him to move first. She didn't want to cause the deer to shy away by moving too early and ruin Ignis' chance. The deer came racing towards her and she tensed, ready. Ignis exploded out of hiding to grab the deer's leg, pulling it down. As the deer went down with a squeal Corbie leaped from her hiding spot to land on the deer's shoulder, pressing him into the snow with her weight while her jaws closed over its throat with a crunch. And just like that, it was over.