"You chase and slow it down and I’ll take it down…on my signal."
Jessie's whisper was acknowledged with a slight tilt of Asta's head in the other woman's direction and a flash of yellow eyes. The doe didn't put her weight on that limb like the others... Asta prayed she was right. She doubted their luck and fortune depended on anything so genethliac as the stars or fate or luck... but Asta hoped they were lucky today.
Jessie was moving around the herd, getting into position. Their plan was simple: Asta would be flanking, Jessie tackling. The doe wasn't big, but any prey animal larger than a hare could present more than enough challenge and threat of injury. Asta waited eagerly for a signal, her entire figure tense, ready to spring at a moment's notice. The moment came when a bark resounded - the other woman's - and like a bullet that had only been waiting for the trigger to be pulled Asta shot off, scarcely a pause between breaths as she rushed toward the doe. Her feet flew - she flew. Her speed had always been her strong suit; her size and courage may fail her at times, but she could move like lightning. As the herd moved into a panic then chose a direction to flee, Asta kept her eyes only for their prey. The herd seemed to fade away around her as unimportant.
The older doe had already moved away from the herd some before the hunt began properly. It was a help for Asta, who darted between the circling herd and their intended target. As the prey began to flee, Asta managed to slip in close, her teeth flashing as she kept close to the doe's left, where she had perceived what might've been an injury long ago. Indeed, the doe did seem to run a little more slowly than the others and Asta was thanking her stars. Casting a side-long glance to keep track of Jessie's location, Asta waited but a moment as she came close to lashing hooves and lunged for the weakened hock... she did not miss and clamped on firmly. The doe thrashed, taking poor Asta with it; the young wolf didn't let go however, and the doe was forced to little more than a limping walk with a predator attached to her leg. There were a few times Asta's forelimbs left the ground as the animal bucked, but she dared not release her hold.