Hunkered down by the bush, up to her elbows in the snow, Astra patiently waited for the others to catch up, so they could hear her game plan. Any suggestions they had she'd openly welcome, but it was Maksim who would have the final say, laying out the additional details. All the while, her blue tinted eyes never strayed from the tiny herd, drifting over each individual for any sign of weakness. If winter was being hard on the wolves, then their prey were suffering twice as much. The proof was right there before them. Worriedly, she glanced over at Destin as he arrived. He looked unwell. Down trodden and skinner than she would've liked. Would the large male even be fit to hunt? Either way, Astra planned on keeping a close eye on him from now on.
Pleased that Maksim had agreed the eldest buck was their best choice, her ears pricked up attentively while he addressed her and the pups at the same time. She would be more than happy to work with Quil and Cinder, using her years of hunting experience to guide them. With Anastasia accompanying them as well, the odds tilted in their favor. Two adults were better than one, decreasing the risk of an accident. When Maksim had finished with the details, she nodded in agreement. "Of course. Let's hope that everything goes smoothly today. We can't afford any mistakes." With that said, she turned to navigate through the maze of trees around the herd, where she'd emerge behind them. "Just follow my lead, you two. But don't get too close...stay clear of the hooves and antlers." Hopefully the girls would know, after seeing Astra in action, that mock charges, and short swift lunges, along with a lot of noise, would work best in scaring the animal. She wasn't sure if this was their first active role within a hunt or not, but a certain heaviness weighed upon her shoulders now. In taking them with her, Astra felt solely responsible for their safety.
Through the snow, she glided swiftly, using the trees to distort her passing figure. She had her eye on a narrow opening of wide open space not far away. That, was where she'd initiate the charge. Moving quickly, keeping tabs on the herd and the direction of the wind, it wasn't long until the last remaining trees hid her from view. Crouching near one, she waited until she saw an opening. Dashing forward, kicking up a storm of powdery white snow in her wake, she rushed towards the deer, a low growl bubbling in her chest. Ears plastered against her skull, she snapped at the hindquarters of the deer, to panic them. The bull, she noticed, was slower than the others, lagging behind as he struggled through the deep snow drifts. Perfect. Zipping around to her left, she blocked off his escape, preventing him from reuniting with the rest of his herd. She didn't get too close; she always kept moving. Darting from one side to the other, or springing out of reach when he lashed out with a deadly kick of his hooves. Her partners would have to act fast, for she was but a single wolf, up against an old, yet still formidable buck deer.