"That'll do." Veho had little notion of the doubt, the potential sabotage racing through the other vagrant's mind as she set their little plan into motion. Stealing a prize garnered together was the last thing on his mind – if she truly pressed him, the female might even convince the slightly larger wolf to relinquish his share if she played her cards correctly. However, his only preprandial thought was that of how he would actually catch the meal to begin with. While his partner took off, the male hovered where they'd been plotting, waiting and watching to see where the female landed. It would do them no good if he successfully separated their prey from the waterline, only to drive it further from the trap laid. Only once given a signal did the gray wolf shifted into motion, nothing lazy about his stride as he loped towards the bumbling beaver. While not a particularly agile animal, the medicine man had little doubt it would turn tail and bobble its way towards the safety of the water as quickly as its little legs could take it. Sure enough, it noticed the male a few strides away and he gave a short bark, bursting into a sprint to cut the animal off. It swerved about, not eager to meet the sharp rows of teeth, and began to flee in the opposite direction. Veho barked again, urging the creature onward as it began its frantic escape – hopefully Miskwaa could get herself in place in time, and the beaver would bound right into her waiting jaws. |
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