Erikal gave a brief, concise nod to acknowledge what Shahar had said and signal his understanding; the plan was set, their paths laid out, and so Erikal split and circled to the other side of the water.
When push came to shove and their quarry began to move, Erikal did not disappoint.
He burst against the herd’s movements with his spear raised, a thundering whoop upon his tongue. The deer immediately startled, hesitated, tried to double back before realizing that Shahar was blocking them, then turned and spilled out of the trees and into the open plains.
Tuka was no longer under Shahar’s control; with the deer running, the hunting cat sought no further prompting from her partner. She simply sprinted after them, eyes trained on some individual within their number. Snow, new to the game of hunting, charged after the smaller and much more agile Tuka, despite her drastically slower pace.
Tuka follow don’t know what action.
Follow, Shahar said, angling Akaidras to follow the herd onto the grasses. Tuka action, your action, do like her. Tuka was more than capable of chasing and bringing down a deer––if “bringing down” referred to her ability to trip the animal into falling and thereby removing it from its fellows. When it came to actually slaying larger animals, Tuka was less skilled; she was lean and light, and beyond that, she was fragile. Shahar had seen her do it before, but it had been neither easy nor painless for her. If Snow followed her to her fallen prey, then Snow’s larger size and weight would no doubt tip the odds in Tuka’s favor.
Shahar had another partner today.
Erikal continued to drive the herd onwards, waving about his spear and whooping madly. Shahar brought Akaidras to flank the other side of the stampede, sandwiching the herd between them. Shouting for Erikal’s attention, Shahar drew a javelin and signaled his readiness; the largest deer he could immediately see was a large buck, burdened by a massive set of antlers. The buck was towards the front of the herd, and Shahar gestured quickly at it. That one, he said. Separate him, get him away!
When push came to shove and their quarry began to move, Erikal did not disappoint.
He burst against the herd’s movements with his spear raised, a thundering whoop upon his tongue. The deer immediately startled, hesitated, tried to double back before realizing that Shahar was blocking them, then turned and spilled out of the trees and into the open plains.
Tuka was no longer under Shahar’s control; with the deer running, the hunting cat sought no further prompting from her partner. She simply sprinted after them, eyes trained on some individual within their number. Snow, new to the game of hunting, charged after the smaller and much more agile Tuka, despite her drastically slower pace.
Tuka follow don’t know what action.
Follow, Shahar said, angling Akaidras to follow the herd onto the grasses. Tuka action, your action, do like her. Tuka was more than capable of chasing and bringing down a deer––if “bringing down” referred to her ability to trip the animal into falling and thereby removing it from its fellows. When it came to actually slaying larger animals, Tuka was less skilled; she was lean and light, and beyond that, she was fragile. Shahar had seen her do it before, but it had been neither easy nor painless for her. If Snow followed her to her fallen prey, then Snow’s larger size and weight would no doubt tip the odds in Tuka’s favor.
Shahar had another partner today.
Erikal continued to drive the herd onwards, waving about his spear and whooping madly. Shahar brought Akaidras to flank the other side of the stampede, sandwiching the herd between them. Shouting for Erikal’s attention, Shahar drew a javelin and signaled his readiness; the largest deer he could immediately see was a large buck, burdened by a massive set of antlers. The buck was towards the front of the herd, and Shahar gestured quickly at it. That one, he said. Separate him, get him away!
