Unfortunately for Shrapnel, Sagacity had wordlessly assumed the same as he- that her partner would be the one to flush out the deer and she would give chase when the time came. The silence which was gifted to them by her inaction, however, made it very clear that he did not intend to be the one to spook the herd. Having found a good place to crouch, Sagacity finally stood and meandered forward, slow, low to the ground, ears slicked back. If Shrapnel wasn't going to move, then she would. She only hoped he'd decided to wait, and hadn't changed his mind.She approached as much as she could but a wolf's strength was not in ambush, but in chasing down the prey, singling one out and eventually running it until it couldn't escape or fight back. She'd seen cougars hunt before- those stealthy felines could get almost a hair's breadth away from the prey before attacking, but wolves were of a different technique. They had strength in numbers.
Once close enough, Sagacity bolted, splitting the herd cleanly into two sections- one, a larger group of healthy and strong deer and the other a smaller group which consisted, fortunately, mainly of the weaker older deer and a few young ones. Her placement couldn't have been better- naturally, they swerved, wanting to rejoin the stronger group, but Sagacity's speed brought her into that gap, forcing them away and into a run.
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