Element of surprise. Right. He could do that.
Before all the little bugs he loved to chase disappeared to overwinter somewhere warmer, the young would had often employed a certain element of ambush when trying to gather them up for his collection…but beetles and deer were hardly alike. He didn’t eat invertebrates, for one. And deer didn’t usually try to fly away if he wasn’t sneaky enough – but losing a bug (or several) rarely had the same sort of implications as losing a meal.
So he swallowed hard and looked back up at Tyne, determined to listen to the man’s instructions. Bigger one. Already injured. Okay, that made sense. It was almost nice, right? Taking her out of her misery. Flank her. Not entirely sure what that meant, but he had to assume moving up on her flank. Nothing else really made sense. So he’d run up to her flank, and chase her towards Tyne, and the older wolf would deliver the killing blow. A sound plan. A good plan! He could do this!
…probably…
The boy swallowed hard, for a second time, and gave a short nod of understanding. As the other Hollow wolf started to slip away, Felix followed suit, but instead moving away from older male. He had to chase towards him, after all. He crouched behind snow-covered shrubs, flicking an ear and waiting…waiting…for something. A signal. Was Tyne ready yet?