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[Nyste's going after the Elk from yesterday]

After giving a short nod to Hemlock, and a sarcastic thought, Nyste shot off after the buck in adjacent to the direction it was going. His nose picking up its scent under the scent of the unknown wold, which he got a glimpse of before he ducked under a large hill. The buck had slow down, possibly due to running so quickly after seeing the darker wolf. He lowered to the ground and crept up behind the buck. Moving as slowly as he could with a rotten shoulder, he lowered his ears. The buck stopped, looking for its herd which had travelled further than it could see at the moment.

"Go after it, and if you don't catch it, bring something else back"

Hemlocks words rattled in his skull. He wasn't on best terms with hemlock, despite him trusting him a bit more, this was the first time he was allowed out without any super vision, he was thankful for that - Asgore never let him go ten meters away from him and Nynmis was too... staring. He slithered through the grass like a snake, jumping at the buck, his jaws opened to sink his teeth into its tender hide. The buck saw him, and with a half-hearted kick in distress, knocked Nyste back. Rolling onto his side he hissed under his breath; "Bollocks!"

Getting to his paws he darted after the buck, his leg aching with every step he took. But, he wasn't allowing his single moment to gain his own freedom to slip through his paws. Climbing up a hill, he ran parallel to the buck. Jumping down onto its back, he sunk his teeth into its throat and allowed his body to swing under the bucks neck. His hind legs forced the front legs of the buck to falter and fall. Nyste let the buck's throat go and ducked under its falling weight before it could crush him. The hind hoof of the beast catching on his head, taking some fur with it. As the buck hit the ground, Nyste took his chance to finish it off. Grabbing its throat and riving back. When the buck gave one last shiver, nyste allowed himself to relax, falling to the ground, he panted. His shoulder was killing him. Over working already damaged muscles wasn't the best thing to do.

After a minute or so, he pulled himself to his paws and grabbed the bucks neck with his teeth and began to tug it back to Hemlock. His nose twitched to the scent of the other wolf he had seen before. His eyes narrowed as he saw them slink through the underbrush and over a small pond of water, he snorted at their scent and carried on tugging the elk back to the camp. 'Smell like a male, as well as female. Weird', he thought. An hour had passed when he managed to tug the elk back to the camp, he pulled it to the center and sat down beside it.

Looking to Hemlock he spoke with pride in his voice, "There, one buck," the first words he had every spoken to Hemlock.