Coming to a stop at a flat, sun warmed rock, Zarina lay down on it to watch the movements of the game that gathered in this large expance of lush green. Wanting to get a head start on Kirini training, she came to observe and learn the actions and habits of these hoofed animals, grazing without appearing to be taking notice that a predator was lying amongst them. Drifting into a daydream, Zarina picured different ways of creeping up on a particularly close herd of deer.

As Zarina was concentrating so hard on mentaly hunting the deer, all her senses were captivated, including her sense of smell. Because of this, she did't see Talon aproching. When the herd walked behind Talon, her mind snapped back to reality. Surprise at seeing a higher ranking wolf triggered instinct; Zarina found her ears flattening against her head and her tail patting the rock, itching to slip between her legs.
"Sorry, Talon. I didnt see you coming."

Zarina forced herself to relax and stood. Strechting out her aching muscles, she jumped off the rock and walked over to Talon. She followed his gaze.
She wagged her tail "Yes I'd love to!" her tail stilled. "But... I've never actually hunted big game before, only small prey like rabbits with my parents..."
Pup-hood memories of huntling lessons flashed before her eyes. When they subsided, she continued "My parents never let me hunt large prey. They always said the pack would provide for me. And they had, until I left." She looked at Talon. "Will you teach me? I know the basics, but I'm sure that's not enough."

Talons smile widened "id be happy to." he told her some tactics and showed her some moves "of course sometims we have to change the tactics to fit the prey or area we are in or hunting , i think thats enough to get you started, come on!" he bounded off and slowed to a stalk when he was nar enough "can you smell any old or crippled prey?" he asked

Zarina ran after Talon, excited to be finaly hunting proper game. She mimiced his crouch and tested the air with a few flicks of her head. They all smelt normal, with a hint of the sweet grass they were grazing. She focused instead on what she could hear. Rasping breaths came from one side of the herd; Zarina flicked her ears in that direction. Looking towards the sound, an elderly doe lagged behind the herd slighty.
"There, behind the herd. It's elderly and doesn't breath well." She began to slink around the herd in it's direction.

Zarina had positioned herself to the left of the doe to split it from the herd. Talon launching forward was her signal to move and she kept him in sight from the corner of her eye. The herd shifted forward yet the doe hadn't noticed and continued grazing.