The herd was a small band of doe and fawn, mixed together. The season was soon approaching where does would leave their fawns to their own devices to mate again, and then came the greatest season for hulking bucks that Noah knew. He did not want to harvest any of these deer today, merely test out the suspicion he had of himself within the depths of his breast. As Korbin flew, Noah paused at the crest of the hill and shifted back to his human form.
He crouched in the snow, glacier eyes fixated on the herd that hadn't seemed to become aware of their presence yet. Eira flew higher, her white figure disappearing in the clouds. I want you to...bother them. It seemed weird, but Noah knew Korbin would know what he meant. Dive bomb them, attempt to scatter them--anything that will get them riled up. Noah stayed still on the crest of piled snow, waiting.
And detached as boats to the dock?
