He was at the point his toes were starting to numb but he remained. Knowing it wouldn't be much longer.
He heard the Argyris first, definitely at a good, close range. The deer didn't hesitate any more. They began to bound away in fear. The Lyall focused in on their target. Trying to keep him from getting too far out of reach. They just needed an opportunity to draw blood. Trap him even. Rather they were successful or not, the adrenaline rising had him not exactly caring.
The buck at first didn't seem to realize he was what they wanted. Once he did he tried his best to remain with the others. Not that it would save him. Craving a bite he held off. They needed to wear him out a little bit, and maybe he'd rush forward to try.