blood on the ice {Seasonal Event!}

He followed Ashe’s tracking, relying on her rather than his own tracking skills. Wolf trumps hunter, no matter how skilled the hunter may be. Her steps slowed and finally stopped, Kalt adjusting his grip on his bow and giving her a sharp nod when she brought golden eyes to peer up at him. He understood what she was saying, so the assassin started forward again, his steps as quiet as physically possible in the snow. Ashetta had been right; they really were close. Within moments, they came into sight of the deer she had smelled. There was a small herd of them, a young male with four females, one that appeared pregnant from where he stood. He saw the buck raise its head and lift its nose into the air, so he pursed his lips, lowering his hand to tell Ashe to stay low to the ground. Whether she was a true blooded wolf or not, she would still smell like one to the deer. Kalt would take a few calculated and slow steps forward, lowering himself to the ground and drawing the bowstring, his eyes expertly calculating the distance and wind speed for as accurate a shot he could get. The arrow was loosed, one of the females letting out a cry as it lodged into her chest. That was Ashe’s signal to move. The other deer ran off, while the injured doe stumbled after, struggling to breath with an arrow in her lung. KALT falling apart, barely breathing broken heart, that’s still beating in the pain, there is healing