|| No worries. And I honestly am really bad at hunting threads, so sorry if something doesn’t make sense. xDD Also I’m not entirely sure exactly how realistic it is for two wolves to take down a deer, but we will just go with it lol. Together we need to make 10 posts of just hunting the deer for it to count for SP. Consider this post #2.
After he threw out his suggestion, Colette seemed to agree with it completely seeing as how she had nothing to add or change. And just like that she was off, taking her time to quietly creep behind the herd out of view. Once small sudden noise would startle them and possibly ruin their chances. As she worked on taking her place, Poet did the same. He didn’t know what direction the lame doe would run in, but he crept off to the side and hoped Colette could work on herding the doe towards him.
He watched his hunting partner nervously, his heart beating louder with every passing minute from the adrenaline accruing in his body. He didn’t want to mess this up, but at the same time he hoped that, between the two of them, this doe would come down. It was lucky that she already looked injured. That would only increase their chances. Because of her lameness, she’d have no choice but to run slower than she otherwise could.
Within minutes Colette initiated the chase, working to fragment the herd away from their main target with success. His eyes never left sight of the doe, though his peripheries made sure to alert him if any other deer came into view unexpectedly. However, the rest of her herd seemed to branch off in every other direction except the one he was in. He kept his body lowered to the ground, out of sight, and waited…just a little bit more…little bit more…
Once the doe was within a reasonable distance, he launched himself off his back legs and allowed the momentum to carry his body forward. The doe noticed him straight away, though, and diverted her course away from both him and Colette, but he stayed trailing behind her. He knew that would’ve happened. There was no such thing as a clean hunt. Luckily he had endurance on his side, though not so much speed.
The doe was naturally faster than him, but he was determined to bring her down one way or the other. As he tailed her, he worked to conserve his energy for when she showed signs of slowing down. His eyes never strayed from his prey and he only hoped Colette would take it upon herself to join in and tail her, as well, if unable to come at her from another direction. All they needed was to wear her out and slowly tag-team to injure her more until she could no longer flee.
Nov 12, 2015 10:28 PM — Post #4
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