The hunt, the thrill, the excitement... these were things Asta lived for. Hunting was a pleasant distraction for the young woman, and a necessary one. It kept her fed, even as she wandered alone.
Jasmine acknowledged she would like to choose with a nod, and Asta's maw split into a grin before she turned her own yellow gaze toward the herd. She seated herself in the mushy snow as she scanned the deer, making snap judgments and decisions; it was a habit for her to do so. The choice was Jasmine's, but Asta couldn't help but to look for the prey choice she would have gone for had the positions been reversed... she wondered if Jasmine would choose the same. It might have been unlikely given their size difference.
Asta noted one or two of the mothers had young fawns with them. Wasn't it early for fawns? No, perhaps not... yet it seemed there would be a weakness in those young animals, for it was hard to graze when there was so much snow. She didn't see too many old animals, but Asta questioned if they could have taken down a larger deer with just the two of them anyway... but there weren't any bucks within sight at least. No antlers to contend with, just sharp hooves. Finally, her eyes fell on a doe at the edge of the herd. The unfortunate mother appeared to have twins... she wouldn't miss one of them. The survival for the living fawn would actually be better without a rival for its mother's teat. ...a good target.
"Do you see the mother with two fawns near the edge of the herd? I say we go for one of them," Jasmine whispered into Asta's ear. Asta flicked the same one in acknowledgement, then nodded her agreement as she pulled herself back to her paws. It was exactly what she would've chosen. A fawn may not have been a large meal, but it was far better than nothing, and Asta suspected she would enjoy the companionship of another wolf far more than she would miss a sizable meal.
"We just need to separate one of them from the doe," she whispered, her eyes refusing to leave their potential target. She didn't say "mother" for doing so always made her feel odd. But then, she supposed it didn't matter... "You are bigger than me. You could take down the fawn more easily I think," Asta continued, finally turning her eyes back to the white girl beside her, a smile dancing in her yellow eyes. "I can run to cut them off. I'll have a better angle from the other side. I can herd one of them toward you," she stopped there, looking at Jasmine. This was Asta's strategy. It wasn't unlike what she and her brother used to do, though he had been smaller than the white woman beside Asta. If Jasmine approved, then Asta would begin her part and sneak around the edge of the herd.
Sex: Female