Sven too was quick to answer Leotie's call. When he came upon the scene that Adeltra had already joined, what he saw was new to him as well. It took a second for what was occurring to click, but when it did he couldn't help the wry smile that twisted his lips. Something about their dire struggle, of how damned they were and of how gruesome their deaths would be together amused the cruelty within him greatly. Adeltra had commended Leotie on the discovery, and he chuffed in agreement as he came to rest at the woman's side, flank brushing casually with hers.

Maybe his mother's God did exist, and he was smiling upon the Ridge right now for their indomitable nature.

"We could let them tire themselves out," he offered, but clearly that wasn't the option that excited him; "or have fun with this. Perfect time to show you the quickest ways to down a deer, Addy."

Rather than her learning on the fly, they could take their time, be specific in their instructions. The bucks weren't going anywhere, after all. They had all afternoon if they wanted it. Hopefully @Romanov would show as well, so he could get the same lesson.

Sven couldn't help but smile as Ravenna informed Adeltra that he was a very good hunter. The decision to begin hunting for his packmates during his second year had certainly been pivotal in many ways. Even in her decline, Elettra had done much to shape Sven into the wolf he was today. If it hadn't been a need to care for her in her twilight, he might not have taken the steps necessary to grow and mellow in enough ways to stand as a capable leader for this pack. Indeed, if left unneeded, he might very well have been consumed by the hatred that had always plagued him, and be but another black stain upon the Archer name, or even a cigarette burn in the tapestry of their family tree.

Odin then appeared, but a glance in the boy's direction made it clear that something was up. Were he a more inquisitive and impulsive man, he would have tried to dig up what was so off about it then and there. However, he simply stored the moment away in his memory, to ask more privately and tactfully later. So long as the youth had a good reason for looking so shell shocked, as Sven would expect, as a wolf who'd lost an eye as a child and was raised by Morganna and Craw was not one he'd expect to be of delicate constitution, he wouldn't mind if Odin felt the need to sit this out.

No further approaches were made, and it seemed it would just be four or five of them. Well enough. Even if one of the bucks escaped, the pack would have quite the feast on their paws with the other.

"Both of them movin' is too risky. We should end one of them quick, then we can incapacitate the second and let Addy finish it herself."

It was impossible that two panicked and connected bucks would be able to outrun the pack, and even with one dead the weight of it would slow the second down unless their antlers then dislodged. They could take a moment to be careful. Sven stepped forward, expecting Leotie and Ravenna to join him.

"The left one," he decided, pinpointing the one that appeared to be the most worn from their mutual struggle before surging forward. If all went according to plan, they would strike quickly and then withdraw to reassess the situation. All they needed to do was open their prey up wide enough to swiftly bleed him out, as it was unlikely they'd be able to safely take the extended time to crush his windpipe or sever his spine.