the girl moves quietly, weight rolled to the right like he asked, paws placing careful. the doe lifted her head, ears twitching—twitch’s pulse thuds loud in her ears as she pauses, waits. the doe settles again fast, and so she continues.
she moves when ronan does, slow and slanting, keeping brush between her and the doe’s eyes. too close and she’d get kicked, too far and she’d lose her. it is lost still when a twig snaps underfoot, though not hers. the cervidae startles, muscles coiling.
decidedly, she lunge, angling wide to force the animal to turn. better to ronan than into the trees again. it is not clean nor pretty, but it is enough to drive it where she wanted.
