"No need to go for the neck before she is too tired for kicking." He rather liked his bones intact and his pelt without bigger holes in it. He had experienced both the former and the later often enough to avoid either scenario whenever possible. "Could go for the soft underbelly too, if we so chose," the wolf mused, his eyes resting on the kelvic at his side. "What would you prefer? I don't really mind what I do."
Crouching below the bush before them, Cathan watched the doe. So far she didn't seem to have noticed them, grazing on a patch of moss, her ears twitching. From one moment to the next he froze, but then the doe slowly turned, continuing to nibble at a fresh tree branch. The kelvic relaxed again, nodding towards a swath on the opposite side of the clearing the deer was staying on. "The aisle is pretty narrow, one of us can wait down there, the other one will drive the doe down the swathe. She wont pay much attention to what's ahead when one of us is chewing at her hind legs," he suggested. "Especially when she can't smell the one ahead although she should."
Careful the wolf stretched a little, making sure his muscles hadn't stiffened in the time under the bush he slunk a few steps backward, looking over to Ra. "Best you take the one you are most comfortable with?," he offered, watching her. Since the hunt had been his idea it wouldn't do if Tierranalin got hurt in the process only because he wasn't too familiar with the way wolves hunted.
He wasn't to worried to go against the deer, in the last two years he had grown used to fighting and knew the two of them could take one in theory, but that was it. Theory. For him at least.
None of his previous owners would have allowed their dogs to dig their teeth into meat they intended to sell one day. He had hunted deer, but he had never taken one down on his own. Hares and rabbits, yes. Even the one of other sable and fox. But those where hard targets to hit with arrows.
And amused smirk crossed his face as his tongue lolled out, licking his nose. With the doe so close he could feel himself grow strangely impatient, their soon to be prey so close to them, he could smell it so clearly. "I am probably not cutting a too impressive figure, or am I?" he continued, not bothering to hide his short coming, instead shaking his head. "Decide what you want to do and I will follow suit."