*Mule Deer*

Two stags charge each other, clashing their antlers together and snorting. Five doe stand nearby, most are watching the mock battle.

Glider

He creeps up a few hundered yards from the fight. He tenses, muscels ready to thrust him toward the food. But he keeps still, testing the air and watching to see if the deer had noticed him yet.

*Deer*

The wind shifts and drifts your scent towards them. The doe snort in warning, and the buck pause in their battle to lift their heads and look about. They don'r see you, but they are very alert...

Glider

He notes their alertness, not a good sign if he is suppose to catch them. But he still holds a chance, so he rushes towards the herd, ears pressed back and large snout forward with his tounge lolling out. He lifts his lips slightly in a wolfish grin of pleasure; Glider watches for any sign of weakness or delay...

*Mule Deer*

The closest deer to you whirls around and takes off. The rest of the band follows, all bounding gracefully, flashing their white tails in warning.

Glider

He slows down to a trot. They all looked healthy, and there was no way for him to catch any of them. Glider turned back and headed out of the Game Trails to try his luck else where.