Merys licked his lips eagerly as he matched Jynx's glare towards the boar. He enjoyed that the young female had good instincts, he would be interested to see if she would let her air of confidence get in the way of making practical decisions. Given their already few numbers, he hoped it would not be the case.
This is going to be fun, he thought wickedly. There was nothing that brought him more joy than pulling the life successfully from prey. It wasn't necessarily always in a predatory manner, but often a feeling of victory over the correct planning and calculations that it often took to take down a challenging creature. His muscles twitched and it was milliseconds after Jynx moved that he bolted after her. He knew Gent would be moving similarly, and so he moved his gallop outwards to flank the other side of the boar.
The swine was heading for the thicker brush near the water unsurprisingly, and while he saw Jynx glance over to him in a message, he didn't need to make eye contact to know their next step; they were moving instinctually and in sync, a gratifying feeling that was oh-so familiar to him. Leading the boar into an ambush could prove dangerous if it decided to charge those that stood in its way, but with it already on the run and the terrain they found themselves in, it was their safest and quickest option. He glanced back to confirm that the others hadn't decided to take on that job, and confirmed that Gent and him had drawn those straws. He knew the black alpha would not sway once the boar came at them, of that he was confident, and so he comfortably ducked away into the brush alongside him, reaching his strides as fast as he could so they could meet Jynx at an opportune time. He only hoped that she would be wise and quick enough to only steer the boar -- a difficult task for a single wolf -- towards the two males and not try to begin taking it down herself. He had seen more than one wolf take a tusk to their gut or neck simply because they underestimated the proud creature's vigour to live and fight. This was no docile doe or caribou who accepted death when it knocked.
They listened and watched the rustle as Jynx chased the boar, readjusting every now and then when the boar veered one direction or the next. His hackles raised in anticipation of the fight they were about to have attempting to take the beast down. He knew it would not be tired before Jynx led it to them, but he was confident that at least the two male's large body weight would help throw it around and Jynx's quickness would make up for their lack. He growled low and slow, a sneer mixed into his features. His body tingled with anticipation and malice as he crouched, adrenaline ready to rip apart their prize.
"You picked the wrong day, piggy," he chuckled with venom to his tone to the approaching swine. Oh, he missed this.
(This post was last modified: Jun 08, 2016, 06:56 PM by Merys.)