<i>I didn't consider any of that PP, so it's no problem!</i>
When Elda had hunted with her old pack, it was often different wolves that took the position of leader. It simply depended on who was with who and what the situation was. When Elda hunted with her sisters and brothers, it was usually her making the decision. Luften had always been somewhat too easygoing to make quick decisions, he responded better when she gave him things to do. But he had known her signals and she hadn't needed to say a single word. It would be difficult working with a stranger who was just as tired as she was, but she would use his size and strength. He had kept up just fine, in any case.
She looked at him and tilted an ear, which expressed her mild uncertainty. She hoped she wouldn't get him hurt. Finally she decided to use dominant body language, as it would be the only way to communicate without drawing attention from the deer. She made her legs stiff and her head lifted a bit higher and she gave him the hard stare that she had received more than once in her life that meant “stay”.
If she could get her way somewhat behind them, she could drive a doe towards him. She didn't think either of them were up for a long chase, so it was either ambush or nothing. Elda was not burdened with thoughts of failure. There was only trying. Success always comes and goes. She moved away from him and skirted widely through the trees and quietly over the roots, rocks, and fallen branches to eventually and gradually bring her closer and closer. A few times she changed her mind and went further north as she wanted to scare a doe as straight as she could toward the stranger. Within the trees as she was, the wind didn't pass her scent along. But the deer were in the meadow.
Elda watched the deer carefully and patiently until the one she noticed moving somewhat stiffly as though sore, her fawn seemed newborn, lowered her head to nibble on grass. Her decision to leap was made for her as the buck stomped his hoof. Before the doe could lift her head, Elda was out of the bush and racing at an angling curve that would hopefully send the deer towards the stranger. The doe nearly tripped over herself as it leaped sideways and began running.
Was it the right way? She thought it was, but she couldn't see the stranger. Had he found cover? Hopefully she ran the deer almost over him. In the meantime she focused on getting close enough to leap on the deer's back or grab a thigh.