Post by templar on Aug 10, 2011 14:46:21 GMT -5
Frustration clawed at his senses, trying to lure him into giving into its embrace. He longed to just let go and fall into an anger driven charge at the buck in a last ditch effort to take it down. The obvious problem he saw with that , was the " last ditch" part. If Cole charged headlong into the deer then the odds were in its favor just as much as his own, and he could be killed instead. Growling, his canines became visible as his lips drew back in a snarl, the white canines standing out against the black of his fur.
Cole knew he needed to end this fight while he still had even ground. If he kept it up too long it was likely that he would tire and become less observant. Even the slightest mistake coule cost him his life.
A sound alerted him, and he looked beyond the deer to spot Gethro charging though the bushes and toppling a doe. Cole watched with irritation as Gethro killed it quickly, and wished his own hunt would have been that easy. Gethro seemed to spot him too , and was looking like he was getting ready to help him. Eventhough this angered Cole, his pride would heal. Loathe to admit it, he needed Gethro to take it down. Since it had been his prey first Cole was not going to back down to the experience of Gethro and let him direct the kill. Why should he, it was his buck afterall. He signaled for Gethro to flank it, and cole started to advance slowly towards the buck, trying to hold its attention.
