Sex: MaleHis stomach protested with all this waiting. His instincts screamed at him to simply attack. He wasn't a reckless yearling ready to throw away this significant chance. He had not only found deer, but with the silver wolfess his chance for a successful kill had doubled. He wasn't about to leave it to fate to decide if they won or lost, strike without a well thought plan. All hunts were to feed, but their stomachs had long been empty and this one was important. It meant the strength to continue, food for a nieces and nephew he had not met. Now, probably wasn't the best time to think of that.
Attempting to quiet his thoughts, bright eyes rested briefly on Zia. Despite how she hadn't seemed herself moments ago, when it came to the deer she seemed as focused and intent on the kill. No argument about which one, it was only how to go about it now. Finding nothing wrong with her own decision in the matter, he merely nodded. Then he backed quietly from the hill, curving around the slope, making his way to the front of the prey with a painfully, slow stride. He was waiting for the right time to alert them to his presence, and startle them toward Zia. It didn't take much for an older doe to spot him, give a warning bleat, quickly rearing away from the black hunter. Triell took the opportunity to bounding forward, loudly barking at one of the bucks, encouraging it to his fellow wolf.