BookWyrm
Carpe Librum
She's got more instinct than she lets on. Dayn smiled before feeling a slight tingle run down his spine. He looked up through the canopy and saw a half moon staring down at them. Good. <Alright love. I'll go take it down, you go for the kill.> Dayn stayed low to the ground and crept along towards the unsuspecting buck. Northern deer were much bigger than the Southern kind he was used to seeing, but that meant that there would be enough for both of them. When Dayn was within range he dashed forward, pushing everything he had into closing the distance between him and the buck. By the time the buck realized what was going on Dayn had managed to clip it's back leg, causing it to stumble and set itself up perfectly for Arryn's take down.